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

Enjoy the Fall, lovely flowers of Autumn. Faded jaded glory, our distorted reality. Red flags, these inevitable unavoidable warning signs, ever-changing weather patterns. My bad omen, an unwanted miscarriage of justice. Partially complete flawless wholesome image, estranged beautiful familiarity, repetitive brutality. inconceivable notions, senseless meaningless irony, these hidden undisclosed motives of yours. Inaudible bittersweet symphony, your silent cries for help. Freewill is a gift that I can't steal from you. Take me as I am and I won't judge you at all. Even in old age, we are compassionate and respectful toward each other. Dreamlessly floating through the air, wherever shall this bumpy road of life lead us?