there is a ghost in my room.

some nights, when the weather outside gets so cold it robs everything of human warmth, when the chilly black wind blows and slithers its way under the balcony door touching everything with icy flicks of its tongue, when an air of emptiness and sadness hang ominously like a cloud of smoke, i hear her cry.

it starts out soft and stifled, as though she was embarassed that the tears were brimming around the corners of her eyes so wantonly. then, her stifled cries give way to sobs as the tears track down her cheeks and fall off the edge of her jawline, disappearing into nothingness. with each sob she summons up a range of raw emotions; anguish, despair, loneliness, pain and ultimately, betrayal. finally, her sobs turn to gasps for air as she quietens and i, listening intently all these while, fall back asleep again.

this ghost who cries in my room - i want to know her story.

why do you cry?
because it has finally come to an end.
an end of what?
everything that i once knew and held constant.
but nothing is constant - everything changes and molds and reinvents itself.
which is why, this is where you end and i begin.
the end and the beginning?
it has been a long time coming.