Dear ghost,
It only cost a wild drive with a coffee in my hand and smoke in my mouth to water my light. It only takes a wide eye staring from the crack of the door, to incite my heavy soul. It only requires a little bit of moving to polish my smudge hours. It only cost a sweet embrace to wake my heart. Oh, it will only take precious words to enthrall my life. It only requires just a little bit of blues and purples along with all other colours to paint my black and white. So, tell me, what pretty little rain I need to wash away this ache in my neck that withhold my will to function?
Yours even as I fear to be.