Time folded on top of itself.
I see you in the edges of this kaleidoscope of string. I am never looking directly at you.
You exist in the spaces where light reflects in a different direction.
I have seen you in memories you were never a part of,
You, the ghost,
You, the peregrine I watch wistfully from a window.
I will tuck you in the vast expanses of forever hiding beneath the tides.
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 10:51 PM UTC
Time folded on top of itself.
I see you in the edges of this kaleidoscope of string. I am never looking directly at you.
You exist in the spaces where light reflects in a different direction.
I have seen you in memories you were never a part of,
You, the ghost,
You, the peregrine I watch wistfully from a window.
I will tuck you in the vast expanses of forever hiding beneath the tides.