my dearest

My dearest Samantha,
  Hello down there you hollow shell... with your unfortunate existence and your blank haunting stare. I have left you so you say. If not for my sympathy for you dear friend I would have never returned. I promise you were not much to write back home about. You wander, and yes in case you haven't realized you are so very very lost.
    Remember that childhood game we used to play...where I'd escape you for a time, and you would then come in a desperate search of me. This time is unconventional...for lack of a better word. I have escaped you, that part is true, but you did not come running. You barely blinked your weary tear soaked eyes. Your limbs paralyzed with Fear, uncertainty and shear painstaking emotion. Crumbled like the dreams of tiny children whose bodies left them well before their minds...who are you to break in such a way. Extraordinarily pathetic this seems. Have you not a spine that threads your skeleton. Have you not a thought that fills the vacant space between your modest ears. You only hear what you want to, and never what you need. The words cast aside in complete dissaray. The  language of your crimson vessel tainted with idiosyncratic bullshit, and half truths.
     I could no longer linger where one is not able to stand on ones own two legs. I am but a whisper, not a muscle. I am a guide willing to take the lead if thou will choose to trust in me. I am your soul, and quite frankly the only portion of you that is still alive. It is no wonder you can not feel but the cold against your chest. The hollow barrier beneath is just that, a void, a complete uninhabited space where I used to live. You can no longer  hear the music. Are you not saddened by the lack of memory? Who is this hollow girl... It isn't safe to feel this all alone ya know. One day you'll come to find me when the hours get to long to bare, and the silence speaks in tongues. You will find me right where I've been hidden...In plain sight. You left me my feeble angel, and I have never left you.