For he loves leaving the word behind, waiting for her to reply. World of emotions goes through him as he waits. Emotions that a full life can be built upon, though he rather loves building castles and floating in them. Castle with rooms, where each door unfolds to a different world, staging his each dream and desire. He checks every room. Stays there, floats there. For every room he leaves he also shuts the door, he locks even, mixing the keys together, checking the weight of the keys as he moves. Weighing and measuring the keys as his own expectations. His spirits soars and so does the castle with them. He roams around. Still no word. He wonders and he longs, not wanting to reach the end of the castle he turns back wondering which door to re-enter. He chooses one door, inserts the key in. The keys now no longer turn the locks, for his emotions have gotten mixed. He runs desperately, trying random keys. Finally a door opens and he enters. The room has changed, though the familiarity of it pierces him. He throws the key out of the window. Anxious he throws the other keys too. His heart sinks as the keys descend. The word has still not come. He decides to send another word and another castle starts forming in the room.
One wonders which room was the earlier castle built into? How many words have come back, for he can’t trace his way back?
