March 16, 2023


Dear ghost, 

The kind of sentiment you ought not to feel. The kind that drags you down to the wretched earth. I saw the glimpse of that kind. 

I bend my head and stare at every trail I walk. They change all the time. I barely lift my head to see all that is before me. This road that no light can reach; that one road everyone knows about. Yes, that road. How can you escape from it? There must be a light. There must be.