Ghost WorldThe voices grow and shrink, contorting and distorting, picking steadily at the mind's edge. The laughter leaks across the waxpaper view of four walls and a lid. A thousand different bubbles leap from every parted pair of lips. Each set of eyes finds a different mist, blind to the threads connecting every heart and piercing every mind. A game of consciousness pulses across this scene.Ghost World
And all I can think is how beautiful the world will be when I am a ghost. I aspire to drifting through conversations without a glance my way, observing, and never feeling. I can't wait to slide through the back of
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