Dear ghost,
I want to sit on the edge of the cliff with wild flowers peeking from its cracks. I want to hang my legs from the edge with my intrusive thoughts. I do not want to smile for anyone except for blue sky. I want to smudge the dark hue from my lips. I want to wipe the red shadow from my eyes. I want to tear the anxiety from my bones. I do not want to sit on the blue chair staring on the screen without plans. I want to run away from this place that scares the joy awag from my gut. I want to look at the tiny building hiding the fears of humans. I want to wipe that cold sweat from my heart. I fear this silence. I fear this noise. I fear the light. I fear my self.
Yours even as I fear to be.