Mike White's writing

It’s OK to be a ghost. It has its pleasures. You’re light. You float. You slip in and out unseen. There’s no love to lose or burden to be. You have so little to hold you down. You are free. Some pearls are never found. They hide under the sand on the ocean floor. No one knows they’re there. But the pearl knows. Maybe there was a time he wanted to be found. To be seen. And to be held. But now, only hope hurts. I am my own secret. A secret kept by me.