I'm just a ghost... just. another. ghost. floating above concrete goodbyes and screaming wishes.

I land every now and than and peer into the eyes of fate, the pupils of destiny and the blue haze of the underworld. I grab onto the memories still blocked out by my friends and I hide them in picture frames and the flames of the newly lit fire. I genuinely feel sad, as tears tremble in my eyes and gasp for air as they slide down my cheeks. Everything has fallen around me and I still have yet to hit the ground, to accept this… reality. I listen to faint smears of music and whisper back through the walls of tingling chords. The piano hums these melodies as the guitar strips them with solos and art choruses with sets of drums hinting at an epic centerpiece. This was life now, written and abolished in my destiny but still the world turns on it’s axis. Balanced, all alone, without even the thought of me anymore. I was now a ghost, just a reflection unseen by the billions of people that failed to notice me. I walked hallways, tripped and fell and nobody even bothered to hand me one of my pens back, they all just rolled away with my love of this world. Everything was burned and ashes were turned to dust, everything that ever was touched by me or made by me… even just the thought of me. Demolished. Forbidden. Gone. I no longer existed to these present inhabitants and I never would, it was now time to accept that newly polished policy and say goodbye. I would take flight once again and sore up into the clouds, not the ones you could see but the ones deeply rooted in the heavens. I can’t believe I even made it here, how could I even deserve this with all the choking infliction still embedded in my soul? With this broken arrow bleeding out of my heart and frantically pulsing as I tempted to breathe. Where was I? Was this what heaven was? A white basket of disappointment or was I just, dead? Minutes later the white blew away like smoke and this dew cornered me like a butter-knife on toast. “Megan, you’re safe now, you’re home”, a voice pierced through the grey mist and coached me to stand, once again I floated and all the pain melted away. Maybe I was home, no face to the voice and no other voice heard, I suppose I was meant to be alone. However, that’s not what they call it up here, they called it peace, and at peace was exactly where I was.