Dear ghost,
If I peel off their status that they have relentlessly or crookedly climbed. If they shed the blue blood reigning in their vein. If their golden spoon were to dissolve in the layman's air. If all their privilege have run dry of resources, where will they be? Yes, they will be above the ground and beneath the sky. They will be as human as I. Albiet a little different one because they were able to see a world that i didn't. The world that can glitter but shines no better than the heart.
Yours even as I fear to be.