No Reassurance (An Essay)

Him: “I know you’ll never give me reassurance.”

And why would I ever need to?

What IS speaks for itself.

(Peep this Mandy Bite)

He spoke of wanting something more solid.

Saying he knows he can’t ask or expect that of me.

And yet…

I’m as solid as can be (energetically).

He can always count on ME.

But his human wanted something concrete.

In the physical world of make-believe.

Where nothing is solid.

Where security can’t be found.

Not in a thing.

Not in another.

Just in the space one cannot claim.

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