A ghost knows it exists, but confused as to why exactly it does.
“I thought there was a purpose in all this wandering?”
Every step further away from the known brings the ghost even closer to a clear thought in an alien landscape.
“I thought I was supposed to do something more than this?”
The ghost is a creature held together by the emotional pull of the spirits own desires, but held back by the gravity found in the pursuit of happiness.
“I want something more, at least I think I do?”
This ghost stands ever defiant against the will of time, silent in his own thoughts, trying to read the signs of his own heart correctly.
“Where do I go from here?”
Only one voice answers back “Wherever the ghosts decides to go”.
…and the ghost wanders even further away from home.