Watching as the wax slowly dries,
sealing her thoughts away.
The night sky seem to cry along with her.
Letter upon letter,
...
It feels as if my heart,
once filled with stars,
has faded.
In to a black hole.
...
I don't feel like talking,
but I feel like I should.
My mouth is glued shut.
Sewn together with my last breath.
...