#7,466 days I wish would disappear

I feel like mist, not solid but air, not human but soul, not living but there.

I feel like a ghost but my shadow is clear, to others but me, in a life I can’t bare.

Time ticks on slowly, I feel it in my bones, each minute decaying a crumbling stone.

I count the days since I took the breath that would give me life and lead to death.