I am a ghost among them.
Silently gliding through doors and walls and the people around me.
no one knows me, yet i am here.
Clear as the air,deadly as smoke.
I live and breathe among them.
sharing their sorrows, delighting in their joy.
Yet they do not know me.
But there are some.
There are a few who can see me.
And of those I am afraid.
thoughts of a whimsical artist
Friday, May 14, 2010
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