I speak in tongues so disregard my inner thoughts:

[tsumik]

New born defience. It carries with itself enough spice to burn a man but casts it sparringly. To be lost in that nape is what I miss. But my absence helps harder my resolve in which it has ebbingly softened. To over care for a tree is cause to kill it with disturbance even with the best intensions. But the silk is new. Not purely smooth but woven with extra thread to be more mordern and strong. But with out the silk does the steel stand complete? The silk needs use and travels then the woven fibers will soften and perhaps compliment with it's steel once again. Till that time I carry on and hold by my honor.