Dear ghost,
In it, I saw what frivolous dirt I was made of. What my withering worth was. I have forgotten what componant it performed but I can taste the cold and bitter fear. It tasted like blood. I am sure that tomorrow will be same but like all of you, I hope it is different unlike my nightmares. Just serene. Like the lake that settled after a storm.
In my sleep, I seek them and often I find them. In my sleep my dreams come true. In my sleep, I find everything that I am looking for. In my sleep, I meet you. As the new year rises, I sleep a bit more.
Yours