She can hear the tiny voice now, it has always been there talking, telling her. Stirring until awake, the eyes of the tiny voice are open, she is ready to roar. Her time spent with a candle in the dark to find that voice in the distance has paid off, she can hear her, she is her. I have waited hours for this, I’ve made myself so sick….. It is ironic that we surely know ourselves the most, but when feeling fragmented, I know I don’t always feel….Close to me.