Dear ghost,
The lungs that they breathe from, is two in number just as mine. The mind that they think. The lips that they spell their sentiment. The pumping heart that they live with. The nose that they smell the air with. All of it are just as mine. So, if they can do it, I can learn to do it. I just need to be brave. I just need to breathe, think, speak, live and smell the love in the air.
Yours even as I fear to be.