Andromeda by Gustave Doré (1869)
You've visited me in my dreams a few times recently, and it was anything but a happy reunion. I know why. It's all in my own head anyway. I'm taking strides to remedy.
The day is so close now. I'm going no matter what. I need to be alone, away from this world I've created here. My spirit needs room to stretch out. I need empty space.
I'm so close. I just have to make it there. Not let anything fuck me up along the way. And then I'll be on the path. I need it so badly. It's so close. Don't fuck this up. Please.