Words

days are long. when you only sleep three hours. and wake up to ghosts standing at your head. on your head. in.your.head.
days are tough. when words cut through your heart. and veins. and arteries. and memories don't go away. because you are ruthless. seven hundred miles. you said.
then two hours behind. in the past. is the future. you replied.
we are not alone. you are. not alone. i.am.not.alone.
there will always be the ghosts.

and then. there are things that fly.