Dear ghost,
Yesterday I was too entranced by the world that never existed that I, let the real world pass by. So
She swiveled the chair that did not belong to her and philosophically said, "the world does not revolves around you." And laughed as if the word did not weigh heavy in the air.
In awe, I blinked and merrily smiled, "yes, it doesn't but in my head it does." Because you see, in my head, it is only me. And laughed with her because I have learned to hide myself almost perfectly.
I certainly exude the aura of mentally inept individual. Maybe, I am. I believe I am socially inept to work in any environment.
But I want you to know that your words still weigh heavy on me. I am not bitter just merely prone to despair. Darling, be careful of your generous advice that critically agree with the part of me that absolutely loathe myself.
A grain of all that I am, starves me every day. Yet I gobble the sun blooming in me.
Yours