Dear ghost,
Have you ever had someone gently pour a sand on your hands ? Have you ever grasped it so tightly that it slipped through your fingers? Have your ever been tricked by life? Only then, do you build that frighteningly caring fear called the "trust issue." But even then, you dared to walk. Even so, you recalled your future. Yes, indeed, it has all that you really want. Others. Theirs. The vague ours- all but a mere petal of your essence.
You matter, my love. Thus, sparkle all you want. Your life is yours. The Golden sand will always flow back to you.
Yours.