Woke up in the mountains and met a beautiful man
The handsome man said he was a character in my novel, and I wrote him to death
I don't remember what he said, but I covet his beauty
I think of my novel, and I still covet his beauty
However, I seem to have to go back. Because my home is there.
Intention: From love to guilt; from grievance to understanding. Stories about each other entering each other's world.