Monday, November 05, 2012

spirits of the season, said Princess Haiku follow everywhere

There is a beauty in the darkest months of the year and when hours grow silent amongst stars I surround myself with far memories. Footsteps of the far past become realized in thoughts of the moment. As a ghost, said Princess Haiku you might think there is no such thing as the past for me. Yet there is, she mused... for a ghost is drawn to memory so inscrutable, so burned to ash it is thought itself.

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