I feel like a ghost sometimes.
Only an outline,
of what can be whole.
Never fading.
I just consume this space,
containing chaos in a jar.
Silence can hurt.
Raising doubts,
suffocating suspicions as imagination wonders.
Heart beats strongly.
Haunting every corner,
darkness is our curse.
We do belong together.
collapsing constalations,
and pulling stars from the sky.
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 8:23 PM UTC
I feel like a ghost sometimes.
Only an outline,
of what can be whole.
Never fading.
I just consume this space,
containing chaos in a jar.
Silence can hurt.
Raising doubts,
suffocating suspicions as imagination wonders.
Heart beats strongly.
Haunting every corner,
darkness is our curse.
We do belong together.
collapsing constalations,
and pulling stars from the sky.
