Convinced

I am convinced. Nothing ever remains the same. I am convinced. It is people who show the most change.

Once through; yet now over, those November nightmares & days of Exem or rather more of thinner, fading, irrelevant memories; and so now forgotten. I am the phantom of her dreams. The not so easily transferred away screams. regardless of intent, like words, in thought I linger. Such a vibrant past that i am apart of. The playground we relive with emotions I’ve cast.

My mind plays the suited role of a killer in which it prays & intertwines with eyes & hands; together they murder the heart collapsing the feet where they stand.

The phantoms body is her city of sin. Peacefully awaiting the nervousness to render itself absent from within. That’s it. come in; feed those thoughts before I am gone. Faster. Let me in; look all I have brought. I guess I am now reduced to a yawn. Temporary smiles, tangled love, past awaken in sleep. Good Bye. I must go; but tell me, what do you remember of me?