lately i've missed old wounds. like catherine misses heathcliff, i'm nothing without my life. nothing without my soul. you're the rock that holds me down, even now, after all of these years. right now i feel uneasy. everyday i can see your face, and memories of you. but in a short time i'm afraid i'll forget, i know you will too. how can you go on in a world where someone you love, and will always love, is not there for you to protect and keep? on this i fear i lose all sanity. you're the one thing i've ever been completely selfless for.
this feeling is a pit in my chest. an oracle for omens and good hearts to follow and attach to is leaving its home worn down and weakened. so young, yet i know i can't be set to stay here for too much longer. without a hope for something more i may crumble under this prophecy i've created myself.
its the golden ball