the greatest of grief has no voice, to one as close as to the other when the other has given darkness instead of love for she has not known power her entire life, I really will miss you mica, words cannot describe the grief, no stone neigh sword could break the barrier, and yet I see, and I mourn that I cannot fix it, long has it haunted me, regret ... long have I wanted to have the courage to not be broken as I have done, so many times... Long has she wanted the darkness that clawed at the innocent skin that I ..... and now she will live with it... long after she is forgotten, for only in the memory of none is she forgiven ... long has she waited to die, and yet still can she not near herself ... to say thy final goodbye ... to the maiden lost in sunlights gleam, shadowed, colorless, and yet she is painted with all of the colors of the iridescent, and all that I gaze upon as I may not hear her voice .... or see her face .... She sees nothing but beauty. And even now she cannot bear herself to be undetatched in her words .... for it would be too much to bear ..... I wrote it for you ..... a long time ago, long has she practiced, .... long has she seeked your approval, so that ... even though, she does not deserve forgiveness .... she can feel ... Just a slither of warmth .... and touch just a slither of light,
