December 2011
1 post
j.
ive been known to sleep with ghosts. occasionally though, when a suitor catches my eye, or captures an untapped nerve in my heart, i begin to breathe my life into them. i do it little by little of course - handing off my limbs one by one, chunks of flesh bit by bit until the tables are turned, and i’m the ghost. i always know when its happened, even if it does take place subconsciously. i...