2 June 2012
She's there. He's there. They sit, by the stair. They know I'm aware. That there's two of them there.
I won't admit. That that's where they sit. It just isn't fit. I can't admit it.
Sent away. They'd send me away. Wouldn't last a day. If I tried to say... No, I won't say. I want to stay. Not sent away.
I'm different to most. I see them in hosts. Don't boast.
Don't let them know.
That I can see ghosts.
Ghosts • Opuss № I