Dear Caesar,

Twelve days ago I was thinking about Amelia, and how my life should change. I have been given the chance that I prayed for, and in my mind it is suitable cause for an adjustment to this life. Nine days ago, all the truths and lies and half-hopes and denied dreams were swirling about in my brain like airborn embers. Seven days ago, the sun set, and I hoped for its rise to trumpet the return of the kingdom of Her that I had felled, the part of myself that was sheilded from the harshness of the world. Four days past, I fell, starlit, in the grass emerald of a clearing, set with drops of silver dew; my dream. She cut open my heart with a red-hot knife and pulled out the burnt and scarred angry parts and cast them into the fire before us. Then she gathered the dew and molded a circlet of lucid liquid to crown me. Three days past, the crown had sunken in, and its brilliance reflected all that my eyes touched with a fragile divinity. Two days ago, the night embraced a fearless from in a champagne clothed bed, and careless mistakes meant meaningless death. Today, the cool silk wind enfolded my body and I pushed my doubts farther down. Life is too sweet to waste on such pre-regrets.

I am a different person, I think; still someone you know, though. I am insulted by the apathy and uncontrolled temper--the sadism. I am saddened by the lack of concern. I can't, shouldn't tell you this, but I will. Simply, I am everyone. I look on TV, past ambulances on the road, and feel the pain of the people involved. The sharpness fo it is more than empathy. I can hold it back usually. I am weakened presently, and it leans as a swollen river on the wall of a damn. If you choose, don't believe it. I'm not here to tell you what to think. You are becoming the opposite of what you were meant for. I couldn't save this. It is your choice, but even you aren't past being influenced. It seems that I am not as suited for this as they thought. Aislynn is not a linked soul, she is the same me. We are two tints of the same hue. I have never seen her, but I know her as myself. It's not a big thing.

Don't try to make sense of this. It's not all that important. I don't have anything else to say.

Sincerely,

Aquaviann