Afterthought
Afterthought
I ache to be just an afterthought
What would it be like to be a ghost,
the faintest of hauntings...?
Like I pass through you
Swiftly, just the blink of an eye
And maybe the colours of your soul
Diffuse with the ghost of mine
But me?
I'm just an afterthought
Tugging at the back of your minds
I don't want the attention
Really, don't think about me
It's way too easy
To have one sided connections
And, I'm scared
To have a single thread holding onto me
Isn't it freeing? I can feel the bliss
The winds and me are at one
Stumbling upon existences
Passing through the attempts to be held
Drifting memories and wafting scents
Just bits and pieces
Carried along for miles
Through space and time
Déjà rêvé
From months ago
I was a ghost
The faintest of hauntings
A replaying memory
Just at the back of your minds