I've been away for a bit and I may be for a few days more. I've got a lot to think about and more words and worlds to explore.

You'd be proud of me I think, but that doesn't matter. I'm not doing any of this for you. If the days turn into weeks, and you don't speak to me, I'll understand. I was never one for plans.

I'm just running on the winds and riding on the waves. I've got places to love and people to see before I do anything. I'd take your hand and maybe your heart, if you wanted to come with me.

If not, that's fine, you'll stay grounded here. Rooted strongly, deeply, so I could maybe find you. If I don't, that's fine too. There wouldn't be much to say to you. This world would still be yours, and the world of dreams would still be mine; so long as the winds never die.