a ghost ate me

please help, though the folks they don't see what i see because third eye is not normal. that's a disease, that's a whisper, if nothing is said, it becomes real. how awful, what delight when all it takes is a ghost. some blessed imagination, some devil's advocate but i like to think i am in control, what does that mean expect denial: i am GOD such florid thoughts, i can see your buttons see. push me. and then it becomes obvious, that this is about sways, about winds, about you what you want. something for nothing, a flapping of lips, easy work huge reward which is quite ok if it was not coming from me: you're counting on me but what did you ever give me? not that much, then you quibble, rationalize, make assumptions, narrate, hey i know that one! narrations. i tell my side too, and we both have teams, judges, juries we prefer to cherry pick so we know the outcome! what a life! dissolved into many squabbles buried and the surface is like glass, smooth, skin. i love you. it is what you want to hear, and anything else is just ... ... tepid, lukewarm waters. i suppose it has always been that way, nothing to ghost about till the stakes become high. i dissolved, you yelled, history writes who writes the historians ... ... but we do not believe in angels and demons, greed, envy, pride, gluttony wait ... ... the food industry does not like gluttony. and lilith prefers to be practical. val dissolves in laments. as for me and you, the ghost that befriend us: they become our reality, a nudge, a whisper and soon the brackish waters become tepid, unclear as to where the line is: i am in control, you say you are in control, we both may not be right about control. a ghost smiles: i could end all this, and i followed the ghost till the cliff came about. wow - you said, a knight who crumbles from imagination. what if, not proven. everything looks ideal on paper till it isn't when real life crushes the straight line, what we have been told, what is, how things should be, it's quite simple really. ghost don't actually say boo till you do. boo, and i never saw if it was me or the ghost that actually flinched, faded out.