For the last few weeks I’ve wanted to write something phenomenal, amazing or just interesting if nothing else. It’s not that I don’t have more than enough material to scribble down but the art of procrastination is overwhelming. 307 more words
I know by now that the love of ghosts is not expectant, and I am coming to that. This Virgie of mine, this newfound ‘Virge,’ is the last care of my life, and I know the ignorance I must cherish him in.