May 06, 2024

Dear ghost,

My dreams are but simple. It is to conquer the heart of the elves running in the woods. It's to draw an emotion inside my passer-by. It is to write my fun at the wake of dawn. It is everything yet nothing. It is just a ripple in the river, just a sand on the beach, a leaf in the mountain, a comma in the book, and all the trivial nature in the wind. 

Yours