the isle of grief-Emeline B- editorial

 

                             September 7,2022    my dearest,I sat et read 100 pages of Emeline, her grief captures me et throws me in a valley of awakening darkness.So dark i barely see light. I cannot weep, though she be her et i , well i. Her writer i am. i am hidden away from the world of light. My heart is so heavy, her eyes so full, my woeful delight is will this saddened friend i made, will it end, will she forever behold us near her flame?

Her heart is trapped in a life so beguiling, for i cannot match her tears.

Her youthful evergreen self is withering, in a place that no one can reach.I breath sitting still with my mont at hand, holding her fears et watching her pale skin. She’s lost in herself as grief takes her days et melt them into a tunnel of night. There is no sun, there is no light.  there is no friend standing with a lantern  in sight.  A valley of empty darkness  is her own delight. She weeps a second, stay cold  another, she battles her mind to release her lover.”Dying would be as simple as a cup of tea.”

 

 She sits et utter to me. 
An immense wave of sadness hath pushed her below the darkened seas, she lays there going deeper in death. Yet her heart beats faster to fight the waves that tug and pull her to the bottom of the roadless sunken, aqua mossy  green water.   There is no hope in grief.
There is no light in life.
There can be no reason to
hope in living,
for this pain is greater than all
the love she once was filled with.“Pain has a face like no other, she smiles et you hand over your glee of light. She wails in her soul but fights to stay hidden, somewhere in the quivering  light.”   well this is what your writer hath written, a sad so sad, you cannot ignite no light.   for the grieving hearts,     Rianna kate Shaikh
ps. oui i hold 8 covers
at the moment, she’s a very
beautifully
complex character.