Dear ghost,
The light must be in the cracks of my agony. It must be in the abandoned sorrow. Must be in the desire of bliss. In the rabbit hole of thoughts. Therefore, I have overlooked it. I have missed the sweet nectar of my grief. I have forgotten that in all things dark the light is bright. That the light is as dark as the shadow.
So I sway to the song in my soul. I lip sync to the melody in my mind. I hum to the music in my memories. I am my muse and my musician. For I am as happy as I let me be.
Yours even as I fear to be.