ME~

Me look unto I as I do not recognize I.  Gaze.  Ah there!  Yes.  Beneath the curtain lies the being.

Screaming in silence is always the loudest and the echoes reverberate and can shake one to their core.  No one knows what veils one wears or why.  Smiles alight and show not what factors haunt.  Nonetheless, one screams until they cry and then tend to themselves quietly–kindly and lovingly.  Compartments are made for storage of such volumes which gather dust over time yet the compartment is never forgotten nor are the volumes that are stored within.  They serve as a reference point.  Refer back to chapter 26 in book 9 which is housed on self 8 in room 1.  Ah!  It says I lived! I now leave this volume to you. ~ Maggie ~ May 6, 2009 @ 6:38 p.m. EST