Darling ghost, trapped within a wall and struggling to embrace the air. She embraced the life within the struggle. Unable to break through the wall, she could only stare at the sky above. The blue sky with cotton white and sometime gray friend, and everyday stars who loved playing hide and seek. Yearning for the sky she rose... what do you think happened next? She couldn't play with the stars but she escaped from her prison. She was a flower growing from the crack of a wall. An existence more natural than the concrete man made struggle. So you see, whenever we feel suffocated in the small world, do not blame your life for we shall bloom as well.
Your well wisher.