March 10, 2025

Dear ghost,

After all the sunlight, the cold came again to terrorise me. It 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