Ghosts♥May 2, 2010♥ prev/next♥
Everyone fades. Sometimes you lose them,sometimes they lose themselves in other people, sometimes they lose themselves. What is always left are the ghostly imprints, the fragile moments where apple blossoms clung to the stagnant air, or the way you finished her sentence in a clumsy haste just to prove you knew what she was thinking. People fade because memory can't sustain physicality.
Every girl, every boy, every sliver of my heart always ends up in past tense.
Tonight my eyes seem emberless, and shadows of figments don't carry the kind of shade I'm looking for.