Darling ghost, how painful it must be for you. To exist without smell and touch. To just see and think, think, think. When people are trapped in strings of thought, we can often silence it with the help of our senses. However, you shall bear it and grow wretched day by day. Perhaps that's why people fear you. For you have become wretched with your unquenched desire to feel nature. When the wind is fierce and deafening, I like being absorbed in it. Especially when I am dancing to song amd singing loud to nobody. Dedicating to nobody but the wind who will carry it to tomorrow. But darling ghost don't envy us, for you are the wind. You can see us and hear us but you will go past us to tomorrow.
Your wind rider.