This is it, my darlings. The time has come, as the Walrus always says.
The Storyteller's journey with you is ending here, but she will live on in this notebook
I've filled. For it is full, my sweet, sweet dears, there are no more blank pages to turn to.
I must focus, I must retain, I must paint.
How much this world needs a good coat of fresh paint.
But I will be here, if you need me, I won't leave you entirely.
But the Storyteller's Diary, written Only Underneath the Stars, is being laid to rest.
I won't say goodbye, for goodbyes are forever and nothing is forever,
except for the love I have for all of you.
Because I do. I love you. Every single one of you.
And if there ever comes a time when the world is dark, and you need a friend,
Be safe, be well, keep dreaming. xo
My heart, dear ones, my heart is yours,