The weight is crushing. These little lives that we have created are nothing more than a dream and yet the weight of their hearts may very well kill me. Things are out of control, far beyond my reach. I intended none of this, yet it happened and I must live with the consequences. Each turn they take endears them more, pushes harder on my heart. They hurt and I cry real tears. They triumph and I dance. I am past connected, I am one with them. I want all of them to win and none to lose, like children I want only the best.
How is it that I could have created something fictional that effects me so deeply? Does it effect others the way I hope that it does? I bear my soul by creating theirs, and I give it freely to be judged because that's what fiction is for. Is this what I really am? I hope so. This is what I always want to be, deep, emotional and fun.