Dear ghost,
My odd affection. My secret affliction. Every odds and end, have but met dissipating memories. There is enormous black hole in my infant memories and patches of laughter in my childhood memories. There are blurred memories of my youth and the clear frightening scene in some of them. The cascading scene of yester years and of course, the forgotten yet not still forgotten memories of yesterday, they are all the evidence of the human in me. To not forget all the colours in my mind. I have been searching for a pot where the rainbow begins.
Yours even as I fear to be.