A ghost. Why am I always another ghost haunting the halls of the old hospital? I'm never seen, my presence is never felt. I'm always just... there. Maybe I'm just a slight breeze? A change in the temperature? No. Not even that. I am a movement of the air molecules that is next to never felt by another being. Could I walk through someone? Just maybe, I'm sure they wouldn't notice. I sit, and I sob. That's why ghosts always sob, because they are ignored and alone. Not because they have lost their bodies, no, because they long to be seen and felt again. There is no again for me, though. I'm just a ghost. Always have been and always will be.
Just a ghost.
About Me
- Leyla
- I'm an ordinary girl who loves to write. This is mostly venting and my way of understanding things.
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