January 13, 2023

Dear ghost,

No more. No more. Enough of every scar that is tattooed in my past. It is tomorrow that I must hastily look for.

My stars that gathered beside my cradle is still with me. They kisses and wishes me the best of world. They shared their light with me no matter how far they ventured in the sea. My family, my beginning. My happiness. How is it that you trust me so? 

I too believed in the flimsical me but no more.

22 is a funny age. I am not the spoiled child nor am I the assured adult. I am at the borderline with a broken compass. 

With love,

Yours forevermore