victim 

how does one drift 

among plateaus of soft whispering clouds,

dissolve into the vehemence of crashing azure blue waterfalls,

soak into the warmth of tender, soft shades of the resplendent sun set

or simply float above a tranquil, benign flowing lake 

fearless of depth or demur clasping rigid the mind 

and feel the incoming ripples hug round the body 

and tickle fingers and evanescence 

into a mindless infinite of mystery.

but the ghosts of our mind can never be silenced,

cruel voices penetrating into the core of the minds and 

untrue words eliciting shivers down the spine.

I desire to appreciate a breathtaking view, 

have a conversation, a real one if such,

listen to the sounds of nature amass into a voice,

carelessly dance in the pattering rain of earth,

all in all, live for one day

though I've turned into a ghost of 

which i was not aware,

my laugh fading into the starry night 

and my identity tossed into the hungry ocean

i have come to realise 

was it worth listening to my ghost,

and become her?

— beautifulhazz (alisha)