You’re a ghost.
Not because your dead,
but because you’re so distant no one knows anything about you.
You keep everyone at arms reach,
your chest is filled with this void that nothing seems to be able to fill it.
You’re a ghost.
Not because your dead,
but because you dont know how to put yourself out there and to let others in
You’re a ghost.
Not because your dead,
but because you keep everything to yourself and refuse to tell anyone anything
You’re a ghost
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The Sleep of Sorrow and the Dream of Joy by Raffaelle Monti
Victoria & Albert Museum, London, 02 IX 2017
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