Tangled words woven together, and hope gave me hope to pencil something about you. An arresting soul you were; don't you remember,dear? But the soul that mangled this tiny thing inside me that pumps blood colder in a way it that it wont be able to get warm again. It skips beats now,you know that? It doesn't helps me make options! It wont help anyone now to bridge with it and I hate that! It was magic with you, I got wings, I flew. Nights were shorter then, and days didn't run miles. Existence felt worthy for the first time, I left talking myself about death,infact I feared death then; and then, You flew far away from this vessel filled with ardour and you knew,you always knew it would rupture! But I yearn your words that were alas your utmost locutions. Don't grave!I won't tell anyone because, because I learned how to unfurl ink over sensations by this time.