She chose me like a book is chosen in a library. I do not know if she chose me for the title, the spine, the cover, the typography or because of my location among other books. I don’t know what kind of text I was for her.
I turned to seeIf you were still behindBut you were gone. A glimpse of your faceI was missing so muchMy wet eyes, a little whisper.Why were you gone?Why did I look back?And that’s all for nothing. You were an apparition,My dead thoughtsI know you,I feel you moving awayThrough the ground below my feet.And you knowContinue reading “My Dead Thoughts!”