Yawning, I sit up in bed, stretching and blinking in the early sun. My best friends had left earlier in the week and i was once again on my lonesome. Well, of course there was always Mason, but he was….interesting.

7:35am

mason:

_“are we going again today?”_

_sigh. _can’t even brush my teeth first.

Mason and i met in the 4th grade when he moved here from NJ. His mom was a druggie (according t...

**Taking another sip from the tequila bottle he kept on the bottom shelf for months **

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**Richard continued to tell his story **

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_“It was one of those nights with no weather-_

_It was awkward and promised something with nothing there”_

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_Bleak and awkward and blah blah blah blah_”

**A pause**

_But it was not bland _

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_I could swear on those nights I saw a ghost man_

_I_

_I - I swear t...

We live in a land where the footprints of ghosts linger

We can't erase our past with a snap of a finger

Unlike all the other famous cities out there

Happiness, they do not share

I know how you want to breathe that air

But those rich people don't care

So don't waste your life on this

Careless whisper of bliss

You know the right

You see the blight

But still, I see you packing your bags

To go to ...

On Repeat

“Darling, darling…where are you?”

The old man stammers softly across the kitchen down the long hallway. His bare feet numb again the cold sandstone floor. He couldn’t remember where she was.

The cobwebs were winning.

Soft rays of Twilight filtered in from the compact pueblo windows. It would be a Full Moon over the desert soon. But he could barely remember what he had for breakfas...

We live in a land where the footprints of ghosts linger.

Sometimes we are reminded of them in many ways.

We may feel a sign that they are still with us, but in reality, they are always with us.

We carry the ghosts in our heart, their memories are ours.

The ghosts left footprints in our lives, they still linger in this world....

We live in a land where the footprints of ghosts linger. They share our universe, yet hide their realm. They might not be physical, but they are always there, watching. No intention to physically interact, just to watch, in a land where only their footprints can linger....

My grandma was the first of us to devise our emigration plan.

She was also the first of us to be buried in a foreign land.

Will her ghost stay here with our new generation, will she roam alone?

Or will her ghost rest with our ancestors and find her way back home?

I didn’t realize I was the first of us to be born here when I was younger.

Maybe we’ll make a new land to live in where the footpri...

We live in a land where the footprints of ghosts linger,

A place where echoes whisper beneath the ground,

The past walks with us, silent yet near,

Fingers of memories, lost and profound.

Each step is traced by the shade of the past,

A world that moves forward but cannot let go,

The air thick with the things we’ve outlasted,

The shadows of lives we’ll never fully know.

We’ve danced with our demons...

What matters in this world?

Everyone, and everything.

Every action leaves a mark.

an imprint,

a trace.

Everything which has existed, though maybe now forgotten, has done its part.

and maybe by now, you forgot her face.

But you won’t forget everything she did for you.

How she made you laugh after you felt empty for weeks.

Or how if you wanted to do something, she would do it too.

Even if someo...

Perhaps it was always meant to be this way

Two hearts walking different paths

As if I was always meant to leave you behind

Perhaps we were always meant to be nothing

Like sand castles, we built ourselves up

Only to let the ocean drag us apart

Perhaps I was always meant to feel the ache of you

Guiding me always to seek the light of others

Instead of lingering alone in the dark

Perhaps we were a...