January 16, 2023

Dear ghost,

Hush...dear burning flame inside. Let your yellow wings dipped in crimson sleep for a while. Let it not fly away just yet for it shall burn me to ashes. Lovely passion "tread softly because you tread on my dreams." 

Not yet. Not yet. it's not your time yet. Sleep. Nap just until you can master your crimson wings. 

Yours