I am ghost.
I am starting to feel like a Ghost. I am here for another year to swallow my pride and make peace with the deeds I have done. Everything is starting to feel like a dream. I don't exist at all. My body is an instrument, to be use, play, and forget in some lonesome dusty corner. Oh what a world I live in. The future is fuzzy and I keep hoping I am heading the right direction. Hopefully, I make peace within my family, or else all ties will be cut.