December 03, 2022

Dear ghost,

 I get lonely easily. Softly tread on my space. Bring no warmth inside. Leave no lingering scent behind. Only come if you will stay for a coffee that will last till the final sunset.

 I am a lonely person. If I stay alone, I melt in the breeze of my solitude. But when the fingertips of warmth touch me ever so slightly for a mere second, I fidget in the cold space left behind. Do not trespass if you dare to only play. 

My maniac defence has a warmth at the heart of it. It protects me ever so tenderly and violently chases away all the thieves. Tonight, it is too hollow.

Yours truly