Dear ghost,
So am I and so are you. Battered by the chasing time. I read about sick maiden on an ash and throns of her decay. I met a girl like a floating cloud: so calm and diligent yet she wavered often and darkened in some days. I met a girl so like me except without a flame. I met a girl like a bubble. I met a girl like a sun's ray. I met a girl like a pervert virgin. I met a girl like a cotton candy. I met a girl like a mistake. And all of them are tired in somedays.. And all of them are searching. And all of them are so like me yet so unlike me. And today, I am tired.
Yours even as I fear to be.