Ken

I was on the verge of shedding teardrops from my eyes this evening. I could not contemplate on why I felt that way, but I did.

I always wondered what my life would be if I'm someone else. Someone as in a nobody, a phantom, a ghost, an unknown, obscure object that people never notices. I guess I could live that way, or actually I want to live that way.

The shadows of the night cast themselves upon the walls along the hallways of the house, as I sit here and wonder, is everything alright?