March 09, 2023

 

Dear ghost, I can feel your dripping emotions. Even though there is nothing silent about your world, I can hear the sound of your droplets. You want me to touch it or perhaps just hear it. You are tearing your cacooned feelings. Only then, from the cracks I shall hear all that you are dying to tell me.


You are accusing me. I am not the one that you have hoped for. But listen, that's the voice of your home. 

You are so beautiful even as you wretchedly yell. I wish your home was too. 

Yes, I am wrong yet I am that one person that you will talk about after I turn my back. I am the one you will envy.  I am the one that will only be here for a while. 

I will not stay long for I have my own home to make. I can heed to you no more.



Your tomboy

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