I Want to Write a Story
Walking With Ghosts
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It's near midnight and he decided to take a walk. He has no name, no background for he is not important. Does he even exist? Is barely living just drifting along like a ghost a way to be? It doesn't matter for it is nearing 1am and the rain keeps coming down. He is soaked but it's alright because the rain can't touch a ghost. Looking around at all the houses he knows happy people live there. Warm beds, hands that hold, hearts that love with cuddling couples and children fast asleep. Why not me? He wanders alone without purpose.
Stumbling upon a park he suddenly has a flashback of when he used to play here in his youth. Watching all the other kids from the comfort found behind a tree he traced pictures in the dirt with a stick. He can hear his grandmothers voice telling him that he is good enough to play on the equipment also with the others. If only that were true. Time and time again it was proven that he is invisible and not good enough. It is now 2am.
Walking home feeling sick and numb knowing that with each step he takes he will endure this all again once the sun rises. He knows as soon as he walks through that door no thing will change and nobody will think of him. It is now 3am and he tries to get some sleep.
As he sleeps he has a vision a dream perhaps leading the way to what would bring him peace. A staircase shrouded in shadow he is wearing all white. Without a word he slowly ascends the stairs closer and closer to heaven. A soft glow follows him as he makes his way to the top. At the peak of the stairs there is an old friend who reaches out inviting him in. He accepts and embraces his old friend. A friendship necklace warms his throat drying off the rain. He extends his arms outward as if they were wings and flies away to a place where he will never wake up.
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It's near midnight and he decided to take a walk. He has no name, no background for he is not important. Does he even exist? Is barely living just drifting along like a ghost a way to be? It doesn't matter for it is nearing 1am and the rain keeps coming down. He is soaked but it's alright because the rain can't touch a ghost. Looking around at all the houses he knows happy people live there. Warm beds, hands that hold, hearts that love with cuddling couples and children fast asleep. Why not me? He wanders alone without purpose.
Stumbling upon a park he suddenly has a flashback of when he used to play here in his youth. Watching all the other kids from the comfort found behind a tree he traced pictures in the dirt with a stick. He can hear his grandmothers voice telling him that he is good enough to play on the equipment also with the others. If only that were true. Time and time again it was proven that he is invisible and not good enough. It is now 2am.
Walking home feeling sick and numb knowing that with each step he takes he will endure this all again once the sun rises. He knows as soon as he walks through that door no thing will change and nobody will think of him. It is now 3am and he tries to get some sleep.
As he sleeps he has a vision a dream perhaps leading the way to what would bring him peace. A staircase shrouded in shadow he is wearing all white. Without a word he slowly ascends the stairs closer and closer to heaven. A soft glow follows him as he makes his way to the top. At the peak of the stairs there is an old friend who reaches out inviting him in. He accepts and embraces his old friend. A friendship necklace warms his throat drying off the rain. He extends his arms outward as if they were wings and flies away to a place where he will never wake up.
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