So Many

Sometimes it is a quiet whisper in my ear or a gentle touch across my face. Others, it is a growing coldness that threatens to freeze my bones. In the darkness I pray all alone. My mind is ready; my ears are listening for a sign. The ghosts that live with me throughout my day are in the slumber; maybe I should follow them there but my heart won’t allow it.
fungirlmmm fungirlmmm
46-50, F
1 Response Jan 8, 2013


great story. u might wanna consider putting dem ghosts in a big box & sending 'em off somewhere dey cant follow u.