Ghost Story

Spirit : 

You heard of it. A human footstep being forms a ghost storyboard  about some suicide echo with no ones there in that heart & mind  dimension. I can imagine a man on a construction site digging a road to the point of the cemetery and sound came out of it in my foreseeing aim. Strange things happen at the bushes while in dimension I walk by under the moonlight. At the same hand, I heard of it when little kids were bouncing balls in the stair building at midnight after the shows with no kids there. 

For this ethical reason, I keep repeating the same dimension with flashlights trying to see price tags in each grave picture. Divining about a person's life's end date and the birth of time. I can see beautiful women and powerful babies tomb their bone skeleton in the past. But the scariest thing is at the coastal beach one day. I saw a woman after midnight appear in a red dress under the tree while she was combing her long hair in the chair. She tells me every religion about true chaos begins with plants. 

Yet, I try to stay calm in this cold weather until I get something to eat on winter night next to the sidewalk at the coastal sea. I goes and there: Do you sell hot taro potatoes and this man gives me a hot purple sweet one. I pay then anyway to eat a couple bites of it. I throw it into a garbage can by a distance. I still  have one more green sweet potato in the bag and think it's about time to go home. So I jump next to the temporary tomb and stop digging a hole in the construction site next to the cemetery. 

Conclusion : Where my heart jumps in an invisible world and fills my love story in blank column space. 

Herrick 2025