Darling ghost, there is that firefly again roaming in my dark room. I wonder if he is trapped and is searching for a way out. I wonder if he has just fallen in love with this locked room. He glows in the dark but hide his lustre when I switch on the light. If I make a wish, I wonder if he will carry it. I wonder if it is the same one.
Three times you have roamed here. Three times I have missed a wish. Three times I have not opened the window for you. Three times you didn't come the next night.
Your ocean.