mysilentsong

I found the glass bottle on the beach in my wanderings. How long had it been waiting there for some passerby to find it I wonder? Further down the beach on my small island there was a man drenched from the sea water that washed him ashore. He was still breathing. A miracle? Perhaps. Perhaps not. People don't end upon my island by chance or accident. I held the glass bottle up to the sunlight. It was empty. An empty glass bottle and a stranger, male, about 30 years old or so who looked worse for wear. I have been isolated on this island for centuries. This is not a first for me. Who sent this man here and why? Should I leave him here

The one word that defines our love is Innocence We find solace in our embrace My name is Voice and I call you Kindness