Dear ghost,
It will drive you insane. Only if you knew it all. That single snow white feather which gently flutters in the wind, cannot possibly land on the other side. It's only the green meadow that has the fluffy white of my dreams. The dry grass under mine is dead.
But often, just oftentimes, when I slightly tilt my head, I see it's golden glow.it promises me a wealth of joy that I saw once upon a wish. Then, I giggle all fairy like as if I am in a fantastical tale. It is all so beautiful. It is all so miserable. It is all so amusing. It is all so filthy. It is all so life-like.
Your tinkerbell