Dec 2020
I leave hidden messages
In everything that I touch
A colour
A whisper
And a thought
Maybe you'll touch that same space
That I love so much
And it would be so
That you're right by me.
In everything that I touch
A colour
A whisper
And a thought
Maybe you'll touch that same space
That I love so much
And it would be so
That you're right by me.
This is probably the kind of ghost I'll be tho. Causing tiny discontinuities and patterns to follow, only if you can find and see them first.
