It’s almost as if I have some obsession with disappearing. It’s not enough that I say goodbye grandly to those who just knew me a little; I want a completely clean slate, uproot every single strand that tied my life down to one singular place, become a ghost and leave silently within the background — untraceable.
It’s increasingly become a phenomenon in which I’m coming to understand of myself. I want to become a ghost — oscillating in and out of the lives I’ve ever come into contact with; superficial ties.
I’ve come to a new school despite the fact that I had a rocky start simply to start over. No one knows intimately about my past, and even then, it’s edited finely and precisely. My room has been revamped to contain no personal sentiments from the nine years I’ve spent hidden away in my Roman Catholic upbringing.
While others strive to become something greater, I strive to become a ghost.
and I can sleep easy
because we both hurt each other with these words. And we can’t do much about it. I try hard to become consistent, keep my feelings like this for you 24/7. Sometimes I lose my way.
I need you like sunshine needs rain and the stars need the night sky to shine. you’re my moon hung in the right place to light the way. you’re the one I want to know, the one I want to impress, the one I see.