The road gladdens the obsessed ghost.

The road gladdens the obsessed ghost. Obsessions and images of grandeur cloud my head. I cannot find my way out of the maze. And the ghost beckons me to follow him. I follow gladly---welcoming his dark gaze. Who am I not to follow. As the Mariah Carey track plays I give him a slight nod---signaling that I see him. He is my earth, wind and fire. He burns my insides and smolders my loins. What am I without him? Who is he without me? I beckon the ghost....come to me! His pale hand cups my essence and I become enthralled with his beauty. My twinkling eyes lock with his and my honey colored skin swirls in his embrace. We are as one...I have taken the ghost and he gladdens all of my roads. This is the beginning of my obsession.