Saturday, March 31, 2012

Ghosts

I stand in your way.

You look down.


You don't hear me.

I yell.


You run away.

I chase.


You don't see me.

I throw things.


You don't care?

I break things.


I am a ghost.

But it is you who haunt me.


Ghosts just want to be seen.
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2 comments:

  1. Villain With a Thousand FacesMarch 31, 2012 at 5:26 PM

    I love this. And feel like this more often than I care to.

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  2. SumthinSumthinApril 1, 2012 at 2:09 PM

    Thank you. I, for the first time, understand ghosts. Imagine not being able to be seen, heard, or felt. Maddening. Then imagine what it feels like to have someone treat you like this on purpose.

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