Dear ghost,
I want to fold so that I can make myself smaller and smaller until only a tiny part of me is left. So tiny that even the wind can blow me away and if the wind can't reach me, I want to just lay there untill someone finds me. Or I want to lay on a bed like a fetus- folded and in need of love. I wish, hope, crave, long, pine and yearn for someone to embrace me as I lay there. To warp their arms around me and whisper that it shall pass. That I donot have to disappear. I want you to know that I am strong. It's just that sometimes it gets a little colder at night.
Yours truly