Starting this up

I am a ghost. I used to dwell here. I left without a trace. Because I exist, you know who I am. Therefore, I am real and I have a story. But only those who listen will hear what I have to say. It is only those who look, who will they see my existence.

I am a ghost. You once knew me. I have taken a part of you as I left a piece of me. I will carry with me your story. Carry with you mine and share with others. Tell of the brief moment we shared and how fast it was gone. With the wind I vanish, a new destination undetermined.

I am a ghost. Think nothing of me.