I'm tired.
So tired.
this world is too vast for me
I'm not a part of it.
never was.
Everything gray calls to me
The shadows say
I was always a ghost.
mirrors and doorways
are the same to me
as passable as windows.
I'm always watching through them
unafraid
behind their breakable
coldness
unable to pass
I'd have to shatter something
more fragile
in the glass