Do I haunt the hall of your night?
I rattle my chains
I am the bump in the night
You don’t seem to move
The indication of my presence eludes
My hazy outline pales in candlelight
Am I no more but a wrong kind of chill
Time drifts by my piece of your life
Limbo holds my being
Nailed like molding on a wall
Does the wall know is even there?
I’ll wander those vacant halls.
I’ll rattle my chains
I’ll bump things in the Night
Am I no more than your Ghost?
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HOPELESSLY ROMANTIC
An onion has many layers. So have I!
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Life is simple... So take notes
Never get lost in the Sauce
Fiction Writing
my writing junkyard
A dose of fetish. Good friends. An incomparable muse.
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.
My view of this wonderful and crazy life - as I travel and explore.
A different kind of beautiful
An Introvert's "Ice Cream Social"
We are freaks. Society dejects us...so we find solace in things that don't exist...
Welcome To My World
Life is just a story. And I've got a pen.
"Good science fiction doesn’t have safe spaces.” -Mark Pontin
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