who you gonna call?

Your face is still like a ghost these days, it haunts me; and the only predictable thing that I find myself doing is replay scenes when we both weren't ghosts to each other.  My dreams as of late verge on the supernatural, situations that wouldn't happen normally, or perhaps I should say verge on the impossibility. But I guess that is what makes them dreams. It's just that these isn't really healthy for me. Or that this situation is really not making me live. I will be a ghost soon myself if this goes on, with a big difference: I don't get to haunt anyone, not even your dog. That kind of thing doesn't really cut it out for a ghost, it isn't a way to live. It's not really living. No purpose.  You at the very least get to haunt me and also have a life at the same time. That's living the life.

Egon Spengler better be good on his word

an agreement for leaving.

is this what I was waiting for
without knowing I am estragon and vladimir
then perhaps a second look would confirm
not that the first was insufficient
or lacking in factual details.
I guess, I just have to be sure.
but my mind knows the answer.
this is just hope.
despair veiled in positivism.

also my mind tells me I am not
estragon
or vladimir.

since unlike them forever looped in postponement,
what I have been waiting for has arrived.