They think I’m alone

They wonder how I reached here

They assume I’m missing something

They deliberate over how to save me

They feel I need company

But…

They’re all wrong

But…

They don’t know my story

But…

They are free to cook up their own versions of me

But…

They don’t need to know everything

But…

They’ll probably never know this is a good place to be

 

 

In response to image prompt number 10