Dear ghost,
The voyage of lonely creature tells a tale all knows too well. It's a long walk on pavement snaking in middle of the starry town. A woody or ethereal voice luring towards the mirage. The labyrinth of what designs me and you, untangles the ties of we. They say I must walk the crowded night, and face the unwelcomed laugh. That I must conquer my head and lose my mind, because that is how you love. But what more can you lose when you already drowned in madness? Teach my insanity the discipline of generic love.
But It is just an age old tale of longing and hope, of hearsay and sorcery; unless, you know of magic I heard not of.
Yours even in my wildest fears.