Some things by me

I thought I was in a novel by Haruki Murakami.

Up on the ladder,

out of time to escape

“Ghost,

 Ghost,

 Leap from my heart

 Leap from my heart and find your way”

“So I walked into the haze”

Yes I will go
I’ll be going there soon

But how do I follow?
What road to be choosing?

Taken in Dublin a year ago.

I should be studying but a ballpoint pen sort of… fell to my hand and started making this. I couldn’t help it.