I cannot notice the world around myself because I swim so deep in the whimsies of my creations that I fear that the images outside may have warped and... harmed itself. For it is the images of you I take in and the image of myself I chip away.

I wish and beg for a phoenix to rise from these ashes, but so lost I am when I try formulate a plan for action makes this quicksand pulls even harder. I might slowly lose the desire to claw myself out and instead dig deeper where I can see picture books that last however long. Though these pictures have coffee stains, lipstick smears, and ever so attentive doggish ears, I find more comfort in these unaltered letters to myself than I do in being conscious.
Again, I am unworthy of the power you project and thoughts you evoke. I’ll work even harder to garner your attention and give you my share of food for thought that has long been owed. I want you to give me your baggage and take a load off. I need the exercise. You deserve the rest. Though, you carry this weight with such ease and I rather not offend you. Though, I promise to keep my mouth shut and help you in the most quiet ways possible. You have to believe me.

I've probably said this too many times, but I'll say it again: your art and writing is amazing. :3