Stumbled with my thoughts, stripped of my emotions, I escaped reality. I became the ghost in the gray garden.
I escaped my loved ones. I flew in their sky. I whispered love in their ears.
For years, I waited as a ghost until time knitted my bruised soul.
Life tempted me to come home. Finally, the gray garden won her colors and her vividness.
Last night, I knocked on her door, she was expecting my visit.

Artwork David cambira