January 08, 2024


Dear ghost,

I have shrunk myself. Beaten and carried my burden. I have tasted the summers pride and winters treasure. Liberty is all I have. Yet I can not let go of this illusion. I have to soon enough swallow that I am in love with the idea of love. That I am wishing for an oasis that is a refraction of light or was it reflection? It is the cosmos fault or so I claim.  But I know I have to let go one day. Let me gobble the heart of my dreams. Then, I will be truly free. Even after all this time or has it not been long? But even then, I am still my worst fear.