A picture of a thought

ghost walk through halls of barren winter snow leaving in a wake of flurried thoughts a vision so uncretain and unclear it may even not be there. was this vision a figment of some greater thought or simply a strand of what may be could this vison just be you a picture so faded from the past a wisp in a though and only a nick in time could this ghost be what you left behind or is it simply just a vision so uncertain it may never be seen again.