The coldness.

She moved through rooms,walls never stoppingdrifting through observing the habitants. The coldness was an indication she was near.The thermostats at war clicking higher and at the same time each night the wailing intensified. As the sage burnedthe habitants called out asking once again why she was stuck?Why she chose to stay behind? Decades pastfaces hadContinue reading “The coldness.”


Ghosts.Is a ghost a thought?An abundance of stubborn energy?Is it simply our minds projecting outwardand the most vivid thinkers are they the ones creating these ghosts.Do the psychics know?Are they the ones ready to profit on the thoughtsof everyone else?The fearsthe hopesthe wantsthat they cannot bring true or do they not know either? Thanks forContinue reading “Ghosts.”