Choice's p.o.v (as a ghost)

Running straight into danger, your freewill. A new different kind of life-support, no assistance please. God gathers up your ashes off the floor. Even if one door closes, you will never fall to your knees. Lingering around the cemetery, yesterday's leftovers, random hellos and goodbyes. A pleasant sound is Dawn's reawakening, my much needed sugar rush. Transformational, great changes are on the horizon. I may be torn asunder, but it still feels good to surrender. Only time knows what kind of skeletons sleep in the closet or underground. Now and again, I am completely blown away by you.