Nights

I now realized

Was it yesterday

Or another

I finally saw the stalking figure that haunts me

It was a colored blur

Someone moving fast

Corner of the eye

Couldn't see much

They seemed to wear red.

Red and black perhaps.

Someone taught me that when you don't know someone's gender you call it they/them.

Is ghost a gender?

Or maybe dead?

It was a silent shock

A lonely one

I couldn't share it

I even tried but

It's not like someone alive would actually listen to me, right?

At least not in this house, anyway.

But then I was reading 

And giving a few thoughts on my

Three steps to thing

Started to count

I could give you two versions

In the first I've had two tries and "the third is the charm" as they say.

On the second, I've had three tries, which confirms that next one will be definitive.

I could of course say I've had several but that certainly lacks poetry and a bit of the so needed enthusiasm we're looking for. 

I aim for universal perfection.

And that can only be done at one way.

Maybe I'm flirting with that blur apparition.

Maybe I'm finally trully loosing it.

I always wondered when that day would come. 

The day I'd go insane with no return.

I think it's time now.

This is my train.

Maybe I've never made sense at all,

You all just invented some sense upon me.