Dear ghost
Unbeknownst, undesired yet it thrive among the ducks. But stay, you could be dreaming in a fairytale. You are perhaps an amethyst hidden inside the rugged rock- just agonizingly waiting for the light to crack inside. You might be a bud growing among the weed.
But be warned, for you may also be the weed. Just a mere existence that blend in with the simple others. You may be wretchedly ugly.
If you be, let it not hinder you. Your morning will always rise. Even a weed glitters so beautifully when morning comes with a dew. Even you have a stars that you swallowed inside.
Yours