The dark room is suffocating.
This hasn't been my home
for a long time.
I am not even a guest,
I am barely a ghost.
A ghost from the past,
crying out
over nostalgic ponderings,
memories of pain long gone,
but lingering.
Pain makes this place feel
so familiar
as I fade into the shadow
of who I once was.
And I fade with
the memories,
with time,
with this place,
like a ghost, loosely bound to earth,
longing to leave,
to be finally free,
but lost on the way
to another place.
And nothing ever happens.
And nothing ever changes.
This hasn't been my home
for a long time.
I am not even a guest,
I am barely a ghost.
A ghost from the past,
crying out
over nostalgic ponderings,
memories of pain long gone,
but lingering.
Pain makes this place feel
so familiar
as I fade into the shadow
of who I once was.
And I fade with
the memories,
with time,
with this place,
like a ghost, loosely bound to earth,
longing to leave,
to be finally free,
but lost on the way
to another place.
And nothing ever happens.
And nothing ever changes.
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