Cherryclawdeen
if ghosts were real, they would be leaning on my shoulders, all droopy and heavy. if ghosts were real, the people in those paintings would have life, a body for a restless soul. ghosts, wandering through the familiar streets, watching the people they loved, and their delighted faces, they were not melancholy, unlike ghosts. if ghosts were real, they would be sitting here next to me, tapping at my shoulders, wanting to be seen. wanting to be heard.