July 2011
54 posts
In Love with the Ghost of Could-Be You
blkmgk-writing:
I need to stop thinking about you.
But how? How do I stop thinking, You walked where I now walk; you sat where I now sit; you slept where I now sleep.
Always separate, always apart. We will never walk together; we will never sit together; nor sleep together.
How can I stop thinking about you? You’re waiting around every corner, but at another...
