I want to live like a ghost

Ghosts, spirits, specters, they all live like voyeurs. Unconfined to time or the fear of death. I want to live like this. Watching men and women dance clumsily while they laugh for in love and dance, laughter is best. Watching crickets keep the night a stir. Watching my friends with their hair thinning and their age showing in wrinkles, live lives that hide less behind youthful insecurity and show more through the golden frame of maturity. Watching whiskey come to taste and age without the fear of my own age being a measure of my own death. Watching children live as children. Watching myself, laugh, make-love, sleep, and see all the outside of me I could never see because I was too caught up with guarding the inside of me. Watching the moon pull the tide in and out. Watch as connections happen and know that connections between two maybe the boldest thing a human could ever discover. Watch the sun create day, and day create time, and watch as ten years pass in a moment and all the while life would not live in death's shadow. All me, undisclosed to the world, hiding right in front of the eyes of everyone, not living, not fighting, but yet, not dead.

I've come to learn that God's unconditional love is not so special. For if he is supernatural, then his ability to love in light of human sin is kindred to his superseding the natural. However, for a human to love another without condition, through pain and suffering and callousness, all the while being human and impermanent, then that love and that human and that experience is immeasurable in word and expression and is best suited as the only love that could ever be deemed as truly special.

Without Relent,
Peace
Remoy