Have you ever considered that you might be a ghost. Sure, we have a physical presence in the world, but emotionally we walk unseen and unrecognized, unless you happen to be noisy ghost.
“As My Guitar Gently Weeps,” by the Beatles fits me. I live with a ghost. Sure, maybe you think I invented an invisible friend because I was lonely, or not connecting emotionally with a significant other, or maybe I am just mentally…
