8:14 PM - Ghosts

Listen...
Ghosts are falling from a past life, in a constantly way. Their steps resounding all over the ceiling. They are reminding me the distance between me and my former self. I look at the windows of this room and I can see they are dim, vaporizing all my fears and shriving in small drops. If I began to think about actions I have done, situations I have experienced, paths of distant choices, these ghosts scream and shiver, telling me to start all over again. Some days they only pass in front of my line of vision, smiling. Other days, they come for a cup of coffee, a little chat and making quotes of books long forgotten.
In depth, night come as a cold blanket that can’t cover anything, it only brings despair and a sense of missing. Windows knows every corner of the eye, every whisper, every inner voice.
Listen…
Raindrops are falling...

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