Distance does take it's toll, but perhaps I had it wrong all along. The toll is not of me, but to me, and when people grow up, closeness works the other way around. Distance brings souls closer if they're real for each other. Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. For being real.

I never had it before, and now, the unmade beings are everywhere, flaunting themselves, hurling themselves upon my reality. I've decided that I must write them away. I must write the angels away. I will write them all away to make room for what is real. I will make room for you because you're real. Real. Real. Real! I have it all and it's real. I can touch it, I can hear it, I can smell it, I can see it--and none of it is ever my imagination.