Dear ghost,
Have you ever woken up in the middle of the night? Woken up because you could not fathom your existence. When you are frightened to death by the thought that in the endless universe, your life is a speck of dust. The sweat trail your face as you succumb to the fear. Suddenly, the air is too thin and your life is but a dream. Has such fear ever stolen your sleep? It has stolen mine and since, I sometime want to abandon everything and just run and run.
Your dust