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June 17, 2010 - 10:41

A slow, heavy-lidded blink every time I see her photo, or her face from memory. An instant desire to sleep. A small exhale through the nose.
I do think about her all of the time anymore; but when she comes into my forethought, I feel a pang of near-shame at having let her out of consciousness for even an hour, two hours, three hours.

I'm far more terrified of forgetting than I am of being haunted.