Compassion For Yourself Please

the airship came suspiciously close to my face I flicked it away as if it was a bug but it kept coming had I even touched it? no. I had felt air, not metal. why is it still following me? what does it want? Why don’t you ask? suggested my internal voice. Who are you? What do you want from me. Just a little compassion, a voice said. I realized at that second, it was my voice.