Oh God just look at me now… one night opens words and utters pain… I cannot begin to explain to you… this… I am not here. This is not happening. Oh wait, it is, isn’t it?I am a ghost. I am not here, not really. You see skin and cuts and frailty…these are symptoms, you known, of a ghost. An unclear image with unclear thoughts whispering vague things…If I told you what was really in my head, you”d never let me leave this place. And I have no desire to spend time in hell while I’m still, in theory, alive.