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Ghosts do not haunt me.
But these memories possess me so.
If not ghosts, then what?

Huh, what am odd thought to have in a...

You ever meet someone and instinctually keep them at arms length?

You don't know exactly why. But you know you're not wrong.

You don't sense a evil. You feel a live.

It is danger. But not bodily harm.

A cat in a box holds infinite...

Love.

So, no. Please don't tell me your name.

Don't tell me where you grew up.

Don't smile that way.

Don't turn back.

...

Would you let me put your heart in my pocket?

Book of...

You're a good book that I picked up a long time ago and for some foolish reason I let life put you back down. You're the narrative that I never told to anyone, so that I didn't have to share what was real and what was just my mind.

Tomorrow has all the time in the world.

But one day, all the time you had...

You had.

The sun is sluggish to rise, although it will be in anger this day. Only those working construction and those without construct exist on the street. Huddled next to a neon church, named Hungry Jack. A place with no locks on its doors. So those who abuse substances, more terrible than what the establishment offers, call home. While I have heard and seen many a sadness, this one is sure to take the day. At least, I hope, I can bear no other than this. A woman, barefoot, holding a blanket. In a daze of whatever flows throw her veins. Staring at the reflections of neon, as if peering into…

She has so much to do...

Just let her nap.

I need to speak with her...

Just let her nap.

I need to ask her how to be a man...

Just let her nap.

How do I cope with all this pain?

Just let her nap.

I'm scared of tomorrow...

Just let her nap.

I miss her, all she does is work...

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I think she needs

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The moments I have never had. The days that have not passed, I see them as tomorrow. I see a reflection of a life not reflected. And even though I am here looking at a person there. I see myself twice, and it's only me.

I bent the truth and broke your trust.

I cheated to win, but I am only victorious in your loss. And now I can never compete for your love, as I am bound to lose. What I would give to be tied with you again.

Never pass up the opportunity for time alone.

You should not be afraid of your own company.

You do not have to seek it out, but you should never shy away from it.

Los momentos que nunca has tenido. Los días que no has pasados, lo miro como son mañana. Veo el reflejo de una vida no reflejado. Y aunque yo estoy aquí mirando un persona ayi. Me veo dos beses, y solamente es yo.

I am rarely where I stand.

Maybe it's the writer in me.

I am an ocean away, from the shores where I can be found.

Dreaming upon horizons yet sunset.

You need not find me, for I am not lost.

We suffer many deaths before we are ever put in the ground.

None easier than the last.

I fear the deaths in-between moments that often go unseen.

Until a shovel is needed, I shall be.

Blessed

To the night that ends before it began. To the evening that will never see the mourning it went to bed for. The door never opened. To the sneeze never...

Yes.
One with claws.

People enter my court, demanding I speak.

I would write them 10 words, if it would save me speaking one.

My voice is even. Not from practice, but from being blown out.

It takes hope to run ones mouth. Something I sorely lack since making it out of childhood.

"Why so quiet?"

What would I say