PROJECT 365 - 1 - AMBER :) I am fantastically weird in the most epic, epic way.
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I am a ghost.
On some days, you might see me and the state of my physical being might startle you for a moment, but as soon as you blink, I may be gone again. You forget about me. Because in the blink of an eye, something you've caught was only for a moment- a breadth of a moment- I did not exist in the first place.
I am a ghost.
On many days, no one can see me. I wander ceaselessly through time, lost, confused, lonely. I could be in a crowd of people but no one will ever see me. Through waves and waves of people, the touch of skin against each other, the warmth of a stranger passing by you, I feel it. They do not. It is an irony. It is when you are around others when the realization that you are truly alone pierces through the hardest.
I am a ghost.
I am immortal.
There was a time when I thought I couldn't conquer time, that each second, each minute, each hour, each day, each month that passed by was something I could not slip away from. Now I know that I could walk through walls. They say that you can stop for time, but time will not stop for you.
I am a ghost.
I wait for time to notice me. Time does not stop for those who fall behind.
I am a ghost.
Tonight, no one sees me but I see myself. I press my face against my reflection and my finger tips connects with its. When I blink, it is still there. I know that it sees me. We are almost one person, but still too far to intertwine with one another. Our hands never meet. We never touch, but I do not feel so alone.
I am a ghost to him.
I am a ghost to her,
I am a ghost to them.
I am a ghost to you.
I am a ghost of myself.
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I am a ghost.
On some days, you might see me and the state of my physical being might startle you for a moment, but as soon as you blink, I may be gone again. You forget about me. Because in the blink of an eye, something you've caught was only for a moment- a breadth of a moment- I did not exist in the first place.
I am a ghost.
On many days, no one can see me. I wander ceaselessly through time, lost, confused, lonely. I could be in a crowd of people but no one will ever see me. Through waves and waves of people, the touch of skin against each other, the warmth of a stranger passing by you, I feel it. They do not. It is an irony. It is when you are around others when the realization that you are truly alone pierces through the hardest.
I am a ghost.
I am immortal.
There was a time when I thought I couldn't conquer time, that each second, each minute, each hour, each day, each month that passed by was something I could not slip away from. Now I know that I could walk through walls. They say that you can stop for time, but time will not stop for you.
I am a ghost.
I wait for time to notice me. Time does not stop for those who fall behind.
I am a ghost.
Tonight, no one sees me but I see myself. I press my face against my reflection and my finger tips connects with its. When I blink, it is still there. I know that it sees me. We are almost one person, but still too far to intertwine with one another. Our hands never meet. We never touch, but I do not feel so alone.
I am a ghost to him.
I am a ghost to her,
I am a ghost to them.
I am a ghost to you.
I am a ghost of myself.
