I don’t fight my ghosts anymore, but I fight being a ghost. My words ignored, my voice annoying…no one notices I stopped speaking. No one caring I left again.

I think that’s why it made me cry when you said, “I see you.”

I believe you more than anyone around me, because if you were to be talking to me, then you’ve read my writing and know me better than anybody.

You keep doing things, saying things, singing things that fit together to create such an intimacy with the real me, I can’t help but create our story one moment at a time to calm my firey mind.

(Honestly, I don’t think you would say to me the ugly, mean things others think are funny.)

You help me build a place where I feel the warmth of love, protecting me like a fire in a forest of real and imaginary creatures.

I live happy with the possibility that some day you’ll come back to me, and each day, I promise, you inspire me to create, to dream.

I hope you know how important you are, filled with brilliance, my star🌟