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Quiet contemplation, thoughts trickeling through that mind of hers like liquid water, flowing freely, but unable to be tamed. The soft light danced around her, candles, flickering, dancing, free and wild to move to the music in her head. Dark hair fell around her face, masking light eyes that reflected the candlelight. Soft sigh after sigh demonstrated her frustration; those trickeling thoughts couldn't say the right words. They couldn't find the right ones, and grasp them, to give her ideas flight. As she lay in that dark room, she swayed silently, hearing notes of sweet harmony play for her, sing for her, in her mind. She let her heart keep beat, lay the rhythm for that melody, for within it, what her heart needed to say could be found.

Listen love, for these words were hard to sing in rhythm to;

I can't speak, because these words just aren't good enough for you,

And as I whisp through my dreams,

somehow your memory haunts me..

Her pencil was held tightly, etching words messily across her page, searching for more. Where were all the words she needed? Why couldn't she write, like she used to? She nibbled at her lip, another sign of her frustration. She hummed softly, listening, listening for inspiration to fly in on the back of a butterflies wings; gentle, and hard to notice, but free.

Forget you ever knew me,

for with my melody, I only bring misery..

I am thoughtful of your presence, but no longer shall I sing of you,

please, it's only for your own good..

Her brows furrowed, memories rushing back in. Another sigh, one dampened with sadness, came from parted lips. In that lost moment, she couldn't help remembering. Questioning all she had become, as light eyes attached to the gentle candle flame. She watched it with intrigue, the wick burning low, reflecting in those eyes, those eyes that contained everything. Behind them were all those thoughts that needed releasing.

Don't forget me though,

because a part of you I'll always have with me..

Although I can't comprehend what this is exactly,

I can't let it go again..

The beating of my heart is playing our melody,

it's waiting for the symphony again.

The girl's pencil lead broke, falling somewhere to the floor beneath her.. In the dimming light of candles surrounding her, it was no where to be seen. The thoughts kept haunting her, going faster and faster down that stream.. Her mind was searching, searching for what it was she needed. She needed the music to play, but the notes meant nothing with some missing; off-key and terrible, that was all she portrayed.

"I can't write," she whispered, laying down her pencil. The candles flickered away.