Dear ghost,
I want to carefully and tenderly pick my misery and hour after hours, I will pile it little by little in my heart. So that it may eat the ravenous hole inside. Gradually, I shall tear my heart out and bury it deep under the graveyard. So that it may never venture in the realms of me. I want years and years to pass by until it slowly but surely, decays. So that minute after minute, the worms of comfort consume my miseries. I want these miseries to be a skeleton I can admire. I want miseries to forget me in its collapse. So that slowly but surely, I can learn to believe.
Yours even as I fear to be.