ghost.

When I was young, i used to have a friend that I called little ghost. He was the one who played my games and stayed around when nobody was.

Well, I can't remember if anybody was around before.

But he was. He was happy, shy, but supported me, when I needed the most. The only problem was that mom couldn't see him and my friends neither.

He only existed for me. I built him up on an imaginary scenario just to find a place to feel someone around, because it seemed that I was the only one alone.

But I think that somehow, i put on my ghost the personality of myself I was trying to reach, but like on a failed mission, he was my plan B. A version of myself that only I can see, made for me and to make me comfort, when I was involved in the deep loneliness wrapping my head every single day.

But today, the child I was once, grew up in themself and become the version I tried so much to put on who I was, turning the page on a chapter I am the better version of myself.

But I'm the perfect pattern who was fixed so many times, that the least powerful wings on the universe has strength enough to make me fall in pieces apart.

I'm the perfect version who it's all broken inside.

I reached my little ghost pitch and became them, on every feature of me.

But now, my friends are still not able to perfectly see me. My mom can't see me. I'm trapped on a spaceland that's hard to come back, no matter how much of - what still remains of - myself I try to put on to have it back.

I'm losing touch with every person I love and can't reach any of them anymore, because they already are too far away on a place I can't reach and I'm scared of the dark.

I swear my voice is already loud and maybe I can even try to look deep in your eyes. But you can't see me anymore. I turned up into the ghost I tried so much to hide.