Imprisoned by desire and full of hate that could burn even the wicked to ash. Nothing would make this exact moment the best of my life since it has become the worst. The words are daggers that only reach my heart and not my head. They were gone and only I could remember how they felt within. I wanted to create another and fill the void that would bring them back. Though nothing could be done. The sway of the trees was nothing the sound that birds made when it was a new day was nothing either. It was just that it was settled they were gone and I was alone with him. The helper of the creator but nothing more. I desired more from him to create one more but he no longer longed to create. He no longer loves. He no longer settled with me.