.a-letter-to-elise.

You drove me home that day, January's cold bitter sky above us. You had driven me home before, but that day felt different than all the other days.

It was just a fluke that I happened to see

The ghost of a girl in 1893

I didn't think much of her, tried to ignore

But then she came 'round in 1894

A spirit was not something that I had wanted

"Like a diamond in the sk-"

Often it is not understood,
just how alive the world is.

You look out the window, see the still trees, and you think,

"Sure, they're alive, but not like me. They don't move, think or see."