Dear ghost,
Teach me all that you know about. All that I was oblivious to. Of all your treasures, the one you fierily adore. That pearl of your awe. That's all I secretly crave for.
Violently yet so gently you knock on my conscious. I muse and stitch. I nod my heavy head. Then, go about in the jungle.
But alas! You question but I had already cut the string. The unknown fightens me so I shake my light head. Until I hear the bell of my mind. Then I laugh and laugh and laugh. Of all my treasures, i fierily adore my laughter.
But you need not smile. Need not laugh. You can join if you heart craves it or stare all you want. I will just try to stitch again until I no longer can. You can just pass by. Even then, you Teach me.
Yours