How long can you wait for a spirit, child?

Why are you sitting here as the winds whip your face, leaving smart lines like traces of tears, and the cold freezes your blood and constricting your breaths.

Do you not understand that he left you for such relationship is impossible?

Has he not said that you would be better without him and that it hurt him as much to leave?

Even if your don’t mind his ghostly hands on your skin and his cold lips on yours, they make you bleed not in flesh but in spirit.

It’s such an imprudent thought to believe love transgresses all else for the dead cannot remain among the living.

You should stop thinking about him and move on even if they mean leaving your soul behind to writhe and burn like dry leaves.

A person is entitled to love someone he chooses; yet he should make priority of his being.

Are you afraid not of death, of the day when there will be no warmth left in you, and your flesh will rot slowly until there remains naught but stark white bones?

Are love, passion, desire, want and need so important that you disregard yourself?

Perhaps, there are many things I do not understand for a human I am not.

I shall not say more but bid your happiness and serenity in your own world.