Dear ghost,
I imagine him to softly smile while listening to my frivolous talk of what I immeasurably adore. My dry brown lips would utter about the stars, flowers and thoughts running amok in my mind. I would smile while squinting my eyes and you would also smile for you know where my happiness lie. I would assume him to walk beside me in those purple night while I take long stride to walk with him. Those scene like a strips of films play on my mind. But he has been sleeping on me. He has been hiding in wide mountain of my kingdom. He has been lost in the monochrome of my existence. Only left with shivering distrust and lonely hours that passes by, he sits on my mind as a fragment of stories that has yet to come. But he should walk by and relieve me of this mirage.
Yours even as I fear to be.