A Promise to Self

I have made a promise to myself to start writing again.
I realise none may read.
I realise few will care.
Though I feel I must.
For there are lives unlived, cities unmade, and magic unsaid, all dwelling in tumultuous non-existence within my head.
These pages will hope to remove the madness from within & share the stories to world in which they belong.
I pray they are loved from without, as much as they have been within.