Dear ghost,
Even as i desperately cry, you still won't know of what I am yearning for. You won't know the depth of my sea and the corner of my sky. The cosmos of my void and the burden of my galaxy contain only the crumbs of my existence. The sway of my ocean and the songs of my whales swiming in me are the occasional residue of what I truly am. Do you know the taste of moon dust sprinkled in my wandering clouds; the amount of milky whisper swriling with stars of my meadow or of the colours of giggling elf in my wildest forest? Have you ever ventured in the wilderness of my being? Have you ever trodden in deepest sea of someone else? Have you ever found the whole universe in them?
Yours even as I fear to be.