Conversations with ghosts.

Conversations with ghosts leave you husk dry and there’s not a touch of water. they have taken all the moisture in the air with them when they closed the conversation and left the room satisfied. Once they were flesh but now they are electric ons and offs and spits and spats of maybe it never happened. And their voices change in your head from the original you have long forgotten, caricatures replace truth and you weep a little more for their passing as you try to reawaken how they sounded when they laughed from seances you hold at 4 am in you head. But they are not coming back and they are not waiting for you to come back to them, you are a ghost that keeps annoying them with static. They do not want your conversation, they are happy you have faded and your voice they could not give a fuck for. Wake up, something is burning.