Dear ghost,
Blue nails against the blue tainted books and the rhythm and blues playing through the earphones. Sitting on a dark blue chair with a piercing headache. I thaw in the comfort of the chair while waiting for an email. I try to salvage all the will that is melting in me. I try to draw what I remember. I remember the kind of adult I did not want to become. I remember that if all that is left is me, I shall make the most of it. I remember to love the here before me. I remember to water the child that shall never grow. I remember to always be in the neverland. I remember to have a shoulder so broad, I can carry the mountain of your trust. I remember but I often forget.
Yours even as I fear to be.