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Paranormal

Ghosting through the corridor, transparent fingertips caressing old framed photos that I will no longer be a part of. The subtle smirk on the still photo serving as a cold reminder that there is nothing left that remains of me except frozen moments captured in candid photos. Yearning to find myself in this picture nailed on the wall, all that there is left to do is close my translucent eyes, and ponder what I would do or who I would be if I could only rise from my bed the following morning. Contemplate where my living legs would make me to, or the decisions I would make in order to not fade into a frozen moment with wooden borders and beneath glass.

Paranormal

Ghosting through the corridor, transparent fingertips caressing old framed photos that I will no longer be a part of. The subtle smirk on...