26 February 2012
He took my mothers life, but now he took my life too. Being a ghost is not all it turns out to be. You cannot eat, you cannot smell, you cannot touch, you cannot see your alive family and friends, and you can never leave the place you died in. Ever. By universal law, like gravity, ghosts were never decided. They were born naturally. Noghost knows how, but they were, and I'm grateful to at least be alive. In a way. Even though I can hear my moms ghostly screams underground.
Golden Chap 2 • Opuss № I