what more can i say? me, the one who knows so little of the world, so little of life, so little of myself...? so much more really. those dreams that you lull yourself to sleep with, those phantoms that you have conversations with, those who fill the empty air around you and help you to forget that you are not alone--those, i know of those--
of the pain they bring when you are on the brink of sleep and suddenly a memory siezes your mind
of the slighted joy in the mere pretending of their presence
of the simple sigh after having to dismiss these ghosts in order to live in reality
of that one small tear that escapes--in honor of those that haunt you--that you cannot brush away, but rather prefer to feel its path from your eye to your chin...as though in its small yet eternal path, it may speak volumes to those you remember in the spare moments between breaths
when i find i know of nothing else, i know at least of these.
