Dear ghost,
I release my feet from the heels that raises them to my invisible wings. I gently put the pair before I step on the grass with my barefoot. Let my rugged sole feel the skin of the earth. Let it tingle through me.
I take off the wings that have failed to really move me. Down to earth I stalk the rocks and the grass. I try to remember them. The ones that appears all same from above, they are all different they say. I shake my head a little and bent to meet the beauty of the earth. But once, just once in the crack of time, my eyes wonder to the sky that I romanticize once in a wonderland.
Yours