Copyright

I do believe in ghosts;
the phantom of my being

I happen to see them;
a sickness conjuring the sullenest of colors

Their faces are here;
I forgot what yours looks like

They spin and move, jerking about
My attention is drawn;
an inevitable turn of events

My soul is captured;
I don't own release

I see every detail of the faces made of mist...

Do you believe in ghosts?

The memories left to rot?

With their grey silhouettes and white shadows?

With these words-
with this timeline of events-
I hope to put the lurking grey phantoms to rest.

___

With the time frame 2014-1016 finally out of reach,
Timeline has come to an end.