Dear ghost,
I think it won't matter to you, the little pauses in between my breath. But if you could only listen deeply, you would have understood me better than most. Remember that dark room that witnessed all those that mattered and worked hard to really matter. In that room, with my weary eyes with its blurry sight and with your cherry words and blue dreams, we dramatically judged them. It was a light amusement. Then again, we were just trying to blend in. I will remember this, will you?
Yours even as I fear to be.