Dear ghost,
Gradually, you will end up knowing me. The part I hide so desperately and most of me that reflect in the mirror. You will find out soon enough but only the most of me. Even as I breathe for the last second of my life, only I shall know all of me. Even as you witness my naked body and even as you witness my shame of being unvieled, you cannot cross the secret boundary. My existence is mine.
Yours
"In human intimacy there is a secret boundary,/ Neither the experience of being in love nor passion can cross it/ Though the lips be joined together in awful silence/ And the heart break asunder with love.” - Anna AKhmatova.