ing beyond what my sister was.



A pillar to those before who would look upon the

night with such eyes of whimsical imagination but

alas i can no longer hear your voice nor those choice

words of advice, that would guide me. Stere me down

a path that i know would be best for my sister and i



Whereareyoumyteachermyguidencemysanitybound

...i'm sorry my tone would echo for this Jeckal

continues to heckle me like a pestering child, that

knows my flaws my cracks, all the things that she

has and i lack, i thought you would have my back



andshowmethisrestraintthispresictancetokeepitlock

inacagefori'mafraidtoturnthepagenowi'mafraidofher

now yes she is not me she is a creature that has

taught me all the things that you should have, that

you should have but it doesn't feel the same.



Itfeelssowronglikeasongthatmockstheschemeand

rhymewithanoffbeatorabeatthathasnotimetoescape

myprisonshehasmypermissiontoseeallthatiseehear

what i hear for the pain draws so near, and i fear

inch by inch this clutter of thoughts that hide my



myintetionsinsideforibelievewhatiamdoingisrightyesit

itmustberightforshesaysitisandiknowsheisyoucome

backtoguidemeasyouusedtodobutiquestionthismethod

butasyouhavetaughtmethatthenightshouldbeendless

no should be strong with a sense of balance and harmony



butwhatisharmonywithoutpuritywithoutidentityyoushown

mehowtobemyownprincesshowtostandonmyhooveswhith

outherwithoutthemwithoutyouineverneededyouwhenihad

hershewillneverleavemewewilltakeallyoutaughtandteach

themsoithankyouthoughimissyouandiwillmakeyouproud







authors notes: into the mad...i like that title this went somewhere where i didn't

even think it would go and to behonest i want it to go this direction.for it gives

anew reason for lunas breakdown. thanks for the inspiration...good luck reading it.



















looking back at the memories, the long flowingstories that you would read to me. Those brilliantlessons that made me believe that i the mooncould shine as bright as the sun and becomesometh