Remembering the past pour cinque minutes.
its safe to say all those whom are no longer a part of my life are corpses.
But also to know that i feasted on their brains before they left.
mange mange mange
sweet like cherry coke.
held in my hands for a while.
thick.
rouge.
shinning.
Those who touched my life and ran are phantoms.
Ils sont mes fantômes.
call up their names and faces on occasion to remind myself of who i was before i became who i am.
scrapbooked in my head they are framed in 3px black borders.
all faces are slightly transparent.
smoke on a calm day.
sand kicked up in water.
un frisson grave.
gone gone gone
we are all shapeshifters, adapting to our course.
but we leave more than footprints and tar skids.
change your aura
change your spirit
change your life.
They are all corpses and phantoms, but never mourned.
always remembered.
But also to know that i feasted on their brains before they left.
mange mange mange
sweet like cherry coke.
held in my hands for a while.
thick.
rouge.
shinning.
Those who touched my life and ran are phantoms.
Ils sont mes fantômes.
call up their names and faces on occasion to remind myself of who i was before i became who i am.
scrapbooked in my head they are framed in 3px black borders.
all faces are slightly transparent.
smoke on a calm day.
sand kicked up in water.
un frisson grave.
gone gone gone
we are all shapeshifters, adapting to our course.
but we leave more than footprints and tar skids.
change your aura
change your spirit
change your life.
They are all corpses and phantoms, but never mourned.
always remembered.