March 15, 2023


Dear ghost, 
What must I do with this hubris that has built a nest in me? Should I look through your eyes and see what dust I am made of?
Because it will ruin me as it ruined me.

I bear my soul to you. Hold it as you hold your breath. Let it resonate. Release all that you have seen. 

Am I what I suppose I am?

Dearly beloved, the days are getting longer and the colour is so tender. Hint me with your charm so that I might find you. So that I might get lost in you. Untill then, I am lost in me.