Darling ghost,imagine me as a liar. Crafting a world despite lacking dexterity. Though I thirst for anything genuine, I must be the facade-the facade that veil everything tender. Believing and acknowledging a lie as truth. So much so that I see the mirage as my world, and only realise it to be an illusion once in a sound mind. Yet, I do it again. Lie blatantly in the name of defense. Lying to the world but lying to myself the most.
Your liar.