My Ghost is back
Hey there ...
So, my ghost is back. That may not make much sense to you, but to me, it's the world. The last few years living in the res halls, I thought I felt safe. I thought I was home.
A week or so ago, I realized that I'm just as close as I can be to safe. I'm as close as I can be to home.
Why? Because when my Boy Wonder, when my ghost put his arms around me again, I remembered what it was like to breathe, because I knew I was safe. I knew I was home.
Want to know the worst part?
I can't tell him ...
"My biggest fear was September; when he had to go. A few cards and letters and one long distance call, we drifted away like the leaves in the fall. And year after year I come back to this place just to remember the taste of Grape Kiwi Wine."
So, my ghost is back. That may not make much sense to you, but to me, it's the world. The last few years living in the res halls, I thought I felt safe. I thought I was home.
A week or so ago, I realized that I'm just as close as I can be to safe. I'm as close as I can be to home.
Why? Because when my Boy Wonder, when my ghost put his arms around me again, I remembered what it was like to breathe, because I knew I was safe. I knew I was home.
Want to know the worst part?
I can't tell him ...
"My biggest fear was September; when he had to go. A few cards and letters and one long distance call, we drifted away like the leaves in the fall. And year after year I come back to this place just to remember the taste of Grape Kiwi Wine."