Somewhere, but Not Here

Sometimes I don't feel at all like myself. It's like my ghost wanders beside me. She likes to watch me eat. Some days I am her. Some days she is me. Some days she no where to be seen. Sometimes I do not want to be her, oh what I would give to have my body back. Sometimes I am glad to take her place, God I need some rest. When I sleep I think she drifts off to some wild place where everything makes sense. I know in time I will join her there, but for now I relish being here. ... - Watermark is for preview only - Includes digital artist signature