9 April 2012
I tread carefully through the streets where I live; a ghost unseen, barely breathing with shadowy eyes cast down to my heavy feet.
Sometimes I'm carried to a moment occupied by a soul I once knew; where fake smiles ensue and some words about weather. It's over soon, and I'm moving again; this time accompanied by the ghost of the conversation I just had. It taunts as well as haunts me. A ghost within a ghost.
The Ghost • Opuss № I