January 14, 2024


Dear ghost,

I have lost the way to the winding staircase. I slightly recall the climb through those stairs, huffing, puffing, sighing, smiling and humming. In a second, I was at a swamp. I felt like I saw this place before. Like the weight on my feet and smell in the air, was a scene I had seen. I donot know whether I ever liked those stairs. It's the damp air and the struggle to walk that makes me dream of those stairs. I assume it will take me at a top of a tall old trees. A place where I shall see the season pass and the people drive. That's what I assume but my faded memories warns me that the stairs will just infinitely wind and wind. Therefore, I am trying to find a forest of pine trees and get lost in it.