I feel: alone.
It’s like, I’m walking through an empty plaza.
A thick mist rolls along the flagstones, obscuring an ensemble of figures, phantoms that are half there, half not. A few drift alongside, most pass by.
People as ghosts.
And if my vision is clear and the light is right and I peer close enough, features can be seen.
A scar here.
A smile there.
Hearts that beat in unison.
I ruminate on their thoughts and feelings. Are they akin to my own?
This is all scribbled down with pen and paper, so as to build a picture.
In hope that, one day,
all the ghosts
will be revealed.
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GHOSTS II: Short Stories over 1,000 words
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ALL THE GHOSTS... 