dear hope,
i think i am going crazy. am i going crazy, hope? is that what is wrong with me? that must be it. i don't feel crazy though. i thought i saw her, hope. there is no way i saw her. she's gone. she is dead. she is not here anymore.
but i think i saw her. she was dancing and laughing. oh, her laugh is so funny, hope. i didn't say anthing to her, i just watched her move around to an invisible beat. maybe that is why she left. i guess i scared her away. am i crazy hope? i don't know.
she looked at me and smiled, reaching her hand out to me. i wouldn't go to her, though. i couldn't make myself move. i just stared, and stared.
maybe it wasn't her. i mean, it could not have been her. then again, ghosts are real. right? are they real hope? i'm not sure. i hope not. that would be kind of scary. but hope, if ghosts are not real and i saw her, what does that mean?
i am crazy, hope.
love,
heaven rae
