Ghost

Here we are still. We are hiding.
Not out of fear, but waiting for more in the shadowed alley, so that it may sneak up on us. We are willing to pretend to be suprised, to be raped of all shock. We know it is coming to us. We will feign.
We have hope, hope does not have us.
We want more, we want to want more.We have become dark. We are hanging by the halo of the death rope.
We see everything and it looks so similar to everything, but it is nothing.
It is beautiful.
We are full of it, all of the nothing. Complete.
Time spent on nothing. We will lower our arms for it, bend our knees, break our eyes for the chimes and the trebled bells of voice so we can see ourselves hear.
We will lean and race.
Climb the mountains of the mundane to net and embrace it.
Save the blue sky and the white clouds for the somethings, give the rejected grey, the scabbed broken skin of the grey sky- for the nothings who need nothing..Save those somethings, save everything.
Keep nothing.
The demonic noise assimilates in the grey sky.
It is beautiful, it is where we will be.
We know to go.It is a journey on a softly spoken path, with sharp teeth spewing jaded words of wisdom and eerie laughter.
It is home, we see it.
We are already there, we are here.
Now we have to go, and find another way back.
We have nothing, yet we will return more than the somethings, the anythings, and the everythings can offer to sell.
We will return with what is not had.
Nothing.