things seen. things done.

right now I want to be more like: him

but am happy with:

ghosts of ourselves
@ the end of the summer
finding ourselves
inside another

alone in a home
we had caught cabin fever
& i could have sworn
that id actually seen her

we put her to rest
@ the start of the winter
but she defied death
haunting me in the ether

- instrumental -

ghosts of ourselves
@ the end of the fall
when we saw that
what we were was
nothing at all

& when it turned cold
something i miss the most
was your breath in the air
how can you kiss a ghost?

ghosts of ourselves
as we lay it to rest
you can smother the ash
there is life after death.


wide eyed gallery: january.