I’m just a wandering spirit on my way through the times of life loving the people I find . So when I look up in the sky I see the m walking me when I’m travelling through the dark that they don’t wanna be in so they stand in watch over me in the subconscious . It makes me wonder if I wasn’t alone would I live in a life filled of normalities. Would I still be the torch in my own darkness being a super nova for other. Nothing of what we really do does matter  we make it matter because life is nothing but our own fantasies

My soul yearns for your in the day daytime . When my body won’t buy your ticket to come see me. This soul of mine is always besides your knowing that you are mine. I wake up wondering if I am yours, but I always come to the conclusions of these broken dreams . That you in fact are mine to find. No matter how far you are.

Have you ever liked someone and your all joyous, like there the focal point and then it all comes crashing down Eventually because the energy doesn’t match,so your left with this scar inside of your rib cage that has always been there from past hurts that you grew up with . As you got older you finally started to have crushes,got let down when they didn’t like you back and that’s when that beginning scar started to tear away ,little by little with each crush and relationship that came to an end. That feeling of emptiness inside is something not wanted or desired but it’s there to make you a better person. Have you met and have yet to meet that person that slowly heals that scar, slowly and properly whenever you think of them ,instead of this  thousand pound blade slowly making its way through your chest taking away your breath, instead you are met with this feeling of relief bringing you your next breath is a refreshing notion of appreciation for somebody who you hold close to your heart dearly. It might be love . It might be gratitude . I think that’s the purest form of being thankful ,thankful for letting me be apart of your moments of history . Thank you for sharing memories with me. I reflect on those moments and they heal me gradually.

I tend to keep things that are given to me by women that I grew quite fond of. It’s kind of silly though sometimes I forget about them then one day I open a drawer to the physical embodiment of a forgotten ghost , that jumps clear directly through my soul. Leaving an invisible exit wound that conclaves my chest. I sit for a brief moment with thousands of little memory’s. Some beautiful filled with ecstasy lust and pure wonder , some bittersweet with dashes of lonesomeness for a time I wish I could go back too and talk to you differently. I then continue to wipe away my sorrows bleeding down my cheek and put this ghost away for a day that I cannot foresee