He says he doesn’t believe in ghosts and yet so many nights he lays in bed with one,
but he doesn’t know that.
I don’t know it.
I only know when I look in the mirror there is no one there
just a body, almost a skeleton.
Bones and flesh that wander through what is supposed to be my life
and now I’m trying to find a way to repossess myself.
They say ghost are souls with unfinished business.
I still see who I was, who I am supposed to be, who others want me to be.
I am unfinished.
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC
He says he doesn’t believe in ghosts and yet so many nights he lays in bed with one,
but he doesn’t know that.
I don’t know it.
I only know when I look in the mirror there is no one there
just a body, almost a skeleton.
Bones and flesh that wander through what is supposed to be my life
and now I’m trying to find a way to repossess myself.
They say ghost are souls with unfinished business.
I still see who I was, who I am supposed to be, who others want me to be.
I am unfinished.
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