Pain and emptiness is what flows underneath your artistic veins. Constant darkness and present troubles make you insane. I\'m going by shared words and information that has been found. If my presence was existing at the time of yours , you would hear my powerful,very emotional , love stuffed heart\'s dearest sound. Rich, magnificent,creativity that has captured my colourful soul. Why did such flower like beings have to go? Though I have not been in spaces where there has been in, the things and many lessons that have been victims to the grasp of my eyes, and heard but also understood by my ears, I feel as if I\'ve known thou all my life. Perfect you were not,exact and precise you did not eagerly strive to be of. But how I don\'t worry much about you being such words , for they are overpowered by my love. I see in your art, stories, lifetimes, and stirs of emotions , things that scream out after your elegant and grace like hands complete their final task, that they love to do. Do you know and collect the understanding of how outstanding you are? Lost questions I ask now, as darkness and silence cast it\'s spells on you.