Ghost Story

There's a ghost in your home. It wanders through the dark,  filling space with a silent presence. Tangled in memories, it hovers over you while you sleep. It listens to you cry from depths of sadness. It watches you suffocate, under a mountain of stress. It hears you complain, and witnesses your dread. It does not care for you,  it does not watch after you, it will never help you. Because it can't feel anything, except jealousy.