Farewell, adventurers. Discover the world and send me a postcard, so alone doesn’t feel so hard, remind me the world is bigger than this town.
Truth... a fault line to build your pale eggshell house on, and now that I’ve begun to grow old I can finally see that I was never quite able to grow up.
And though it’s dark and lit only by candles in your room, you see a bright flash of light One of the ways they make themselves known to you now.
You may travel or dance or sing instead of writing through your pain, but know what you need and go about incorporating it into your gorgeous new story.