my white see through day
today i saw a ghost. he told me he was unhappy. at first i wanted to pretend i didnt see him since im not used to that sort of thing. but then he was looking more depressed than he had, and was also developing a desperate sort of look. so i reluctantly asked him why he was wandering so unhappily. he told me that he had been searching for so long for...i couldnt understand the rest. it was something that no one knows until their bodies are gone i guess. i guess issues that i would not be able to comprehend. i wanted to help him so much. i think the only thing i could do was feel like he does so hes not so alone. i took no sadness from him, but joined it. and i wonder where he is now.