GHOST ALIVE / 2/10/16 7:22 PM

her name just showed up in my junk mail. I thought of all the things I’d love to hear from her. I thought that her silence is worse than a curse aimed at my head. I thought that sometimes I wish I wasn’t thinking, cause all I seem to have are thoughts of a fossilized summer, purified of all the darkness I bled into it, purified of all that brought me to this moment now.