"forget me not."
my words, my thoughts, my heart
And the day came when she stopped seeking answers.
She stopped seeking answers because she found what she had been looking for all the while.
What she had been looking for was not the answer, but a curious certainty in all that is uncertain.
It was never the answers, it was the questions she craved.
So much so that slowly her very spirit twisted, molding her heart into a mark which lusted unyieldingly for that which she did not know.
