Dear ghost,
Even as it beats, I do not acknowledge it. It is said that whether you are thrilled or anxious, your body reacts the same way; it is you who discern which one of the two it is.
Once, someone said that life, from afar, is a comedy but from nigh, it is a tragedy. It is you who decide what it is.
I simply seek and wait patiently. The garden is wide and I must tread over or for my dreams.
Your gardener