Aug 2013
I saw her in my room.
She crossed it towards my bed.
The music was playing,
A song conveying
Mysticism and wonder in my head.
Maybe it was paranoia.
Or perhaps just fantasy.
But there she was,
Maybe because
I have a spirit following me.
She crossed it towards my bed.
The music was playing,
A song conveying
Mysticism and wonder in my head.
Maybe it was paranoia.
Or perhaps just fantasy.
But there she was,
Maybe because
I have a spirit following me.
A highly spiritual man told me he believes I have a spirit following me. One day I saw a woman walking in my room, and although it was probably nothing, I remembered his words.
