Darling ghost, writer often have feathered pen tainted with misery. Their ink are probably dark with silenced cry. With unseen beauty that colour their page. Smiling with grief, they probably know the depth of an ocean. They probably have tried flying away from the dept. Flew a little further everyday but drowned evermore. So, their scar grow spring using word. But, there is some demon who have flown away from the darkness of ocean. They are the dragon who ride the wind in the sky but love the ocean eternally. Will they be able to write the beauty they wrote in the dept of sea? Or will they lose the feathered pen forever? Maybe, as long as they remember the ocean and cherish their existence, they will probably never lose the feathered pen. The feathered pen that knows misery will see the emptiness of the sky, yet fly higher everyday with words more beautiful then yesterday. Probably...
Your dragon lover.