When Writing about people - your own, you know the ones in your head, in your heart, the ones who has your mind. The ones you want to put on paper, the ones you want to stay on paper, the ones you make them stay there.

Those Papery People. When writing about them it's important, very, not to let People get in the way, in your way of doing that. That's detrimental to the whole magical process of the Birth of Wordlings, those people, my friend, they slow down your progress and are as harmful as unrequited love.

They demoralize and encumber you with the space they occupy, the mass they take, the very air they breathe in is a hinderance to your only soul's purpose. The creativity that's you, the paintbrush in your hand stained and overused, yet not used enough.

Those People are not your Kind. Because when you gather all of you to make a last stand to take back what you have gained, you'll find yourself standing alone.

They'll gleefully desert you, not even pretending to be your ally. Look at their real faces, look at them.

In the words of Bray Wyatt; they've been lying to you, man.

We're not lost, we are not adrift.

I've fought and crawled my way out of my mind and this is my home now even though it is not.

Like that Imagine Dragons song goes ; Like a bird in the snow This is no place to build your home.

Our Home.

We can always be in our home in our dreams.

We will always dream about our home. Even better, our home will dream of us.

As it is, they can't find us- the ghosts won't haunt us here.