Anonymous asked: please come back.

Words of inspiration kidnap my unwritten voice and disappear from my room. I chase after them with letters from the past and their embers in my hands. Words guide me to an air castle away from here and enter through a gate, daring me to go after them. I stop floating and stand in front of the entrance, unsure of what to do. If I follow them, I will leave the confines of reality and never find stability. If I don’t, I will lose my voice and never find solace. I look behind to see memories from my youth. The lost stars conceal the wintry wishes that inject fear into my heart. A familiar ghost wraps its arms around my facade, comforting me after a sleepless night. I glance down at the rekindled ashes in my hands and grasp the iron gates. I want to wake up from this dream, but I’ll stay and write a few more words for you.