Dear ghost,
The azure sky own not a hint of puffy cloud. Much like the sea inside me. Much like the forest within. I have yet to walk outside the door so no wind hinders me and no cold bothers me. I am wide awake to rays of sunbeam. I am aware of the subtle whisper in me. It beckons me to let it be. The sun shall rise even as the sun sets. The time and tide waits for none but time runs faster on other side and the tide rises on another ocean. I haven't seen enough mountains, meadows and oceans. I am too small for the wide world but the universe in me is ever wider.
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You do not trust your talent, but cannot unmake the spotlight. You are frightened that you shall fall off the tower. You have wounded ego and know not how to sweep the scattered pride. How do you rise in such dawn? How shall you ever teach your self the joy of little things?
Yours and Yours even as I fear to be.