The ghost

 

I'm waiting in this stream of pathways, where multiples paths come and goes, shining lights like a metro in the middle of night crossing all the stations, connecting all paths...

I keep waiting for that different light i once saw..

. shining like no other before, one out of a thousand...

i don't know what got me... different spectrum, good vibrations, warm sensations... In this stream, been waiting for that light."

- Wesley Andrade

 

I was sniffing scents of trash, baked bread and people's cheap perfumes...

Walkin along, caring about nothing, leaving behind all the secrets, all the restrictions and all the grief and anger I carry deep down inside.

I wonder why the old man was sad before his cart! not quite inquiring tho.

I was passing by dark streets as usual calming the noises around a little bit,

Spectating giant trees sensing the harmony between the songs I listen to and vibes posed directly by the night....

It's getting late and I like feeling lost among districts, until a vintage house shows up on my right side giving me weird sentiments, hindering me from resuming my short trip

I kept gazing, and I suddenly felt crazier than I expected, knockin the gate wildly waiting someone to open, hearing noone's steps moving forward, careless about consequences , knockin twice, hence an elder unlocked the door for me speaking with a hoarse tone "yes?" Barely gasping for air, I responded "I want a glass of water please I feel tired"

He nodded asking me to sit on a modest coach aside of his dead plant....

The air kept hitting my face gently warning about becoming storm, maybe caused by the weather or caused by me......

"Here's your glass, help yourself"

I thanked him and asked to stay for a while, shutting my phone down initating a conversation with him

One sentence is followed by another until i could find a quote to capture between them which attracted me by the way it relates, so "Rage can't be always hidden, this fire burns us inside requires a variable environment, and a variable environment needs fire as well, there ready, full of fuel, whatever and whoever calls for your fatal deeds to be applied, don't hold it in, and launch your hype everywhere, make it entropic"!!!

I stood up silently finding no single person beyond, passed by the same cart seeing no mortal around, looks like I was talking to a ghost either in my head or a real living one at a certain time, formerly or present.

Maybe ghosts speak more with freedom, maybe we're all ghosts, the energy we spread and the incorporeal body teleports everywhere or even the powerful sentiments we have are all representing ghosts, all are invisible, unseen,

No one dare to blame me for the futuristic chaos I'm causing as long as no one dared to calm it previously.

And always fires will be a good company shining my way and swallowing essential stuff in front of my eyes.

Last but not least, be careful! if you activate fire, don't shout complaining about the heat crossing into you.

I opened my phone, highering up the volume of the song seeing fires spreading onto your grounds happily....... you can still deal with it, so try taking an advantage.

 

Fire always shines for me

Represents me

Combines with my soul

It's a torch frequently guiding me,

And makes me feeling alive

This ghost knows what I want

This ghost loves fire as much as I do.