Dear ghost,
It's in me. Soaking all of me. It's dangerous. The night is crawling closer and I want to smoke it out of me. I want to puff it out of my mouth so that it blows away with the cold air. But it stays in my lungs and soaks me. I should have known. There is no siren. No warning. It's dangerous. I might lose me. I might become everything that I absolutely hate. How fearsome ?! How troublesome you are. You are threatening to kill all of what I desperately hang on. But here you are, so seductive. So alluring. I donot love this fear that you have planted in me.
Hey, you. Yes, you! There is nothing more tempting than adulthood. No man or romantic love can compare with the allure of adulthood. Yet, the regret is eating all of me.
Your scary cat