Love & other ghosts
I believe in in love, hope and all the ghosts, even if your shadow is just a glimpse of the man you used to be. I believe in your words as they make the paper melt like soft wax , pouring from your veins. You are not the darkness you fight, you are the light that sparks me. Slowly flickering against a book of matches. Awaiting for the fuel of a thousand kerosene lamps keeping the room ablaze. There is life in this room, even within the blank walls that seem to create the shadows of you at 3 am. Tho those shadows are just reflections of you and all the lessons life has cast. You have the ability to outshine the ghost, you have purpose and you hold all the ink to spill across the page. Maybe you will allow me to touch your hand, let me grace your heart. As a friend who will never stop believing in the ghost and the hollow bones. Perhaps you were never looking for the light and just wanted someone to take hold of your dark heart. So here are my hands,they shake but they are steady like the rain. A way to be touched when the rest of the world seems to cold to hold your hand.