If you know me by my writing, be prepared to know me by my silence, for the demons from within and beyond have choked the voice out of me. I don't want to speak anymore, I only watch and I write.
My soul's melody can still be played but it is missing your voice. It is still pleasant to listen to but without your harmony, I will forever sing alone.
What is worse: the ending or forgetting how to begin again? We have a choice not to give into the destruction and despair or rebuild from the ruins of what came before.