He haunted her.
Phantom touches
Icy breath on the back of her neck
He tugged on her memory
Left scars on her skin
He was there in those moments between sleep and awake
He was there in the dark crevises of her mind
She could not let him go
He haunted her.

She is a wingless angel.
She does not fly, she soars.

Sometimes I dream. Sometimes I do not.
often i will not sleep until 2 am,
From time to time I go to sleep as soon as my head touches the pillow.
Once in a blue moon I will stay up all night.
My sleep does not follow a pattern, neither does my life.
It fluctuates from here to there, adrift in space and time.
I am infrequent. I am haphazard. I am erratic.
I do not mind, It makes me who I am.

Where mountins are tall and river are wide,
Where mermaids swim and faries hide,
Where princesses live and dragons roar,
Where spirits dance and phoenixes soar,
Where everyone's happy and no one cries,
Where there is no pain and dreams dont lie,
I don't live in that world of fantasy,
That world of fantasy lives in me.