I look at the sun and I look in the mirror, and I hope that someday, I won't be able to tell the difference.

Glimmer.

It's unnaturally frigid outside for this time of year.
I wish things would stop. If only for one night.

I lay in the grass, watching the stars twinkling out some cryptic message.

It's so cold tonight...

These ghosts that have haunted me for too long are learning how to breathe. One glides down and lands beside me, light as a feather, but thickening. That voice. That incessant whisper in my ear that has followed me for far too long. And the eyes.

The eyes. So...brilliant. Like fireflies in a jar. But changed, somehow. Two gleaming pearls. Two scintillating whirlpools, sucking any scrap of warmth that might have remained in my body. I shivered as a gust of wind shook the night and buffeted the grass.

Neighborhood attempts to dream, while all around them, silently, my ghosts glimmer and shake.

The figure floats on the breeze, eyes rippling, trapped in limbo; not quite yet solid, but still ghostly. Ghastly existence.
It's a beautiful, flickering sight.

And with the first crack of the breaking dawn, I, like a specter, drifted into the night.

Can't I?

stars above. the smell of dead leaves. the colour of damp earth stretches across the horizon. over the horizon. mist looms by itself over yards and streets. the smell of death pervades the air.

What am I saying?

Woke up and wished that I was dead with an aching in my head.

I'm shaking like a child.

Stormy.

Thunder rumbles in the distance -- a quiet but fierce power. The trees are restless.

A flash of light illuminates hidden secrets in the flora. Foxfire dances in and out of the shadows.

And with a crack, the sky opens wide and spits out a deluge. Drop upon drop upon drop...
Streets fill with water. Drains overflow. Flowering trees are shattered and crash to the ground. Gale force winds buffet the flowers who were brave enough to venture forth. Should have stayed underground.

and not a ghost in sight

Stardust.

The ghosts came back again.

In the pouring rain, I walked down my street. It was nearly pitch black, but the street lights were cold and brilliant.
And from every street corner, they came. Whispering. whispering...

and the time came. the dancers fell through the ice. tears fell up. down. raining.
it looks like acid rain tonight. this misery that they bring is ephemeral.

and a shockwave blasted through the city. the sky gleamed and changed to white. crack. crack. boom.
and the sky began falling. pieces of white. fragments of stars. stardust. moondust.

and the city froze. when such wonders fall glittering from the sky, how can one ignore it?

and somewhere. somewhere in the city, someone's dreaming ends. their eyes are wide open. crazed ambition fills their glassy gleam. their eyes fill with it.

and all of their blind ambition left them deaf with perfect vision...
how on earth did they end up in the fireplace?

I can't stand it anymore. I simply collapse. These ghosts will not leave me.

And a shockwave echoes through the city. The stardust falls.
Such wonderful, glittering misery.