May 07, 2023

Dear ghost,

 It has been years, I rarely get an urge to drink the dark coffee. I have sadly grown a distaste for cigarettes. Neither the bitter taste of coffee nor the burning sensation of smoke can heal me. It is only the dear melody that soothes me.

I have written hundred letters to you, has it flown to your bedside? I sent kisses of my wishes on those pages. Hoping that you would respond at least. But it is ever silent. Yet I love this silence that I fill with the songs.

 Bound in a room that has songs running around in its air. My heart plays with it. It laughs with it. It cries.

I am not you, I am different but how similar we are!

Yours