the_ghost notme woke up yesterday, some noise burning sweetness into my ear everything in my left eye blurry veiled by a thin cloud, sunlight i was scared because of a dream i was breaking away from why all my worst mares are of moving back into old houses there's always some scene involving phones and windows the new people always come back home always a storm a storm always the front door a reason to go to stay a reason last dream i was there again in the green beach house and i know i shouldn't go there i feel like i'm haunting the place it's usually not so bad sometimes i'm in the garden sometimes i'm the greenhouse oftentimes i check on the roses this time last morning it was frightening doors opening and closing my mother's deceased friend was there she told me we had company i tried calling 911 line was dead i am the ghosts haunting old houses i push myself out of tired bedrooms i can feel my hands pushing me away i throw myself down the cold stairs i am in the moist shadows lurking i am the ghosts i am the homes i am haunting yesterday i woke up sweating pressing my hands against my chest pushing myself away, breaking from my bed i hesitate to get out i am scared when i wake up too frightened to fall back asleep reaching for the door to open afraid it will close on me afraid to breathe afraid to be the ghost 040511 ... notme *my ears, damnmint 040511 ... notme *i'm in the greenhouse, damnmint again 040511 ... from now on i've been hearing strange sounds they sound like sounds they sound strange it's halloween i'm in the home of a boy who is now dead he wanted to move back in i don't know if anyone ever goes anywhere i think we're all just here, hear, near 041031 what's it to you? who go blather from