Dear ghost,
I see your brown eyes in daze. Your eyelids slowly droop. Your dead plain face hide all that you madly despise. Underneath those simmering dark lake, you tuck that little warm light. Some call it delusion. A mere fairytale.
You are exhausted But these fantasies, oh those fantasies wakes you up.
So your blurry eyes vaguely stare at the world you dreamed. Your mundane eyes that sees none of the structure.
The structure that gather around you to scare and admire you. They think you are strong. They thrust greatness upon you. But the lake feels it. The shivering insecurities that plagues you. The quivering loneliness. The frightened blue eyes in you. Those beautiful tragedy. Thus, you gently close your eyes and sleep.
Yours forever