I was eight when I woke up talking to myself
Back then I thought of this kinds of events are usual;
That I should get used from it and live with it
As I grow older I realize that I’ve been seeing things;
Things that are unacceptable on a naked eye.
My ambiance is field of lost or debacle souls;
Souls that shows misapprehend frames
Everybody has the capability to perceive
But not all of us are capable to perceived;
Isn’t it horrifying and haunting
that most
of us gets traffic,
for the same tragedy
And became a ghost