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Two Ghosts- excess of pride

Well, I've been thinking about how we'll all gonna die one day. I know it's a little strange to start with something like that, but I've been thinking about how many of us let our pride - which in general is not bad up to a certain point, it's even important for an inner look, for us to feel visible and even to never be ashamed of who we are - but I want to talk about the moment that we let it take over our lives and especially our relationships, because it's the pride is the longest distance between two people and it bothers me to know that there are many people out there who carry an excess of it inside.

Thinking about that - and based on a Harry Styles song - I wrote a text about this subject, nothing too elaborate, because I have no experience with this, but I hope you like it.!

Two ghosts

The air is no longer heavy, and the walls aren’t longer covered with fire.

Now they are a beautiful shade of ivory, the furniture were replaced, but on the walls are still pictures of us... Well, I could say that everything it's like before, but something tells me that we are back to square one.

I look to the side and there you are, wearing an apron and leaning on the counter, I feel as if we are back to when we were newly married, so young, so in love, and if we weren’t in this situation, I could swear I felt something palpitating inside my chest.

We have nothing more to say, but I still ask myself: why don't we ever talk about what really matters? Since that is what brought us here.

We just admire each other from afar, tongue-tied like we've never known, but with words stuck in our throats, being prevented by pride

...The same one that let this room on fire.

In the air wander those stories we've already told. It taste so sweet, looks so real and sounds like something that I used to feel, but why can't I touch what I see?

The fridge light washes this room white and the moon dances over your good side, in the background plays our song- the same one you used to sing to me before sleep-, soon we understand that this is our grand finale, we get closer, start to dance and I feel your touch as if it were the first time.

It doesn't take long for the light that illuminates us to become warmer, the white had gone and the atmosphere became more stuffy

...It was like the day it all ended.

 "We're not who we used to be" you says and I have to agree.

Darlin', we're really not who we used to be.... we are two ghosts stand in place of you and me, dancing on the flames we caused ourselves and trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat.

I'm just trying to remember how it feels to have a haertbeat

-Mary F. Scavard

Thanks Hazzy for write "Two Ghosts", it was an amazing font of inspiration!

(sorry if something is wrong. english it's not my first leguage!)