بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

her glow got through. even after the decade where he couldn't see her grow, the shine was still there. perhaps in that was something for him to be glad of. despite so many blessings surrounding his life, there was still the one, the most elusive that evaded him. when he would find it, only his Creator knew. but the moment itself, that was not hard to envision. if there was a single person of his own choosing that he would be next to, it would be her. but at some point in his worldly existence, he had realized that this life was not one to be lived according to his wish. all of the time he had now, was a test to see how he survived the apartness. it would have been nice if submission to his Creator was easier to manage alongside this realization, but it hadn't been of late. the tests felt too compounded, too close together. words to describe the state were absent, regardless what few shambles escaped the mind trying to reach the outer world...her world. words were insufficient, he knew and had always known, hence why he kept writing on and on, to try and fill the void of the distance, a void as vast the stars in a night sky...but he had the ocean of his to work with, an ocean his Creator had made part of him. so it was not so immeasurable, one supposed, to paint through the wind straight to the heavens, taking as his brush and ink the ocean beneath.