Ghosts

People; places.

Ink on paper.

Words and thoughts throughout.

All is lost in thought.

A sharp haze in my head.

That which may be, may never be.

The stories we love, still yet to flow.

My mind reels, and runs off without.

Soft words dance happily in mist.

Black spots on the white flags.

Suddenly, actions portrayed by portraits.

Descriptions of life abound.

My life color,

Now whole.

Love.