so lucid are the gods and ghosts who share your bed and days. they are the shadows cast when light smashes through and molecules separate only to grow like pearls into tiny pieces of who we were intended to be instead of always being the first to pull the trigger from looking in wrong corners hoping our eyes dont give us away when secrets are shared like spare change before we understand our own riddles.
here's something - the ghosts never leave.
did i ever tell you how to find me anywhere and always?
i am the one with my cards spread clear upon the table. and a few more hidden up my sleeve...