Promises & Pomegranates

  I feel like a ghost walking along the halls of this school, just passing through. I don't think anyone will ever search for my spirit, nor will I try to haunt them. I will be abandoned like a haunted house. Longing for someone to come inside, and for them to feel my presence. 

I am nothing, but white fog in people's lives.  A simple whisper in people's ears. People only ever look for my phantom when they want a haunting spirit. 

I will disappear into the abyss of the outlying rooms in my paranormal house, where at night I can wander and feel free. Only I can see me, and hear my desperate cries. Will anyone look for my specter of light in photos? Will anyone search for my spirit?