On the Existence of Ghosts. The night my grandfather died. I was 3000 miles away,. But I felt his hand on my shoulder. When he told me goodbye in a dream. The voice of an extinguished ember,. Sings grief for the flame. Because its scent still lingers. Entire oceans drain away,. But there are still rivulets of sea foam and bones. The negative of where the shore used to be. There are only footprints now.

Bleeding into creativity upon the weak, the brave, the toughest. Catch me if you can! Online Collection of Musings in Many Wondrous Forms Imitating Life. I wonder, What happened Between me and you? I hope you do well With the life of your own.