March 10, 2025

Dear ghost,

After all the summers, the winter came again to terrorise me. The cold slices my epidermis and the silence threatens my soul. Since the last transgression, a bone have been stuck in my bed. I have dug the mattress for thousand seconds, yet... yet it is there- above my eye, in my throat, between my gut, on my nose, beneath my cuticle, beside my lung and behind my heart. It is there but I can never find it. I am but alone. So I turn away for only I can blanket my soul.

Yours and only yours