haunted
November 3rd, 2009
In the dark, in the quiet, in the silence.
Only then can I hear you. Like the wind whipping around me, I can hear you; a roar in the storm, a whisper in the silence. And the hearing of you brings memories, distant like the night sky. Looking up, the stars overwhelm me, tiny beads of light against the darkness of my heart.
You haunt me, and o how I long to be haunted. Such delicious delirious torment.
