I can feel the fading as color washes out of me I grow transparent insubstantial my feet no longer make contact with the ground I open my mouth to speak there is no sound a barely breathing ghost who has lost gravity I slide right through you no impression made barely stirring the air © … Continue reading Insubstantial

I can feel the fading as color washes out of me I grow transparent insubstantial my feet no longer make contact with the ground I open my mouth to speak there is no sound A barely breathing ghost who has lost gravity I slide right through you no impression made barely stirring the air   … Continue reading #tbt Insubstantial