domingo, 1 de octubre de 2017

Ghost

I’m just a phantom, Just a phantom of the future, Just a phantom of the past, I know I’m, but, I was?. 

I’m just a ghost, when I go back to my memories, How heavy they are?. How heavy they are?

I was looking to that things. That things that I did - I know it was me, but, who was that person in the pictures? 

I only see images, But everything is so blurred and far, far. Going in the future, you memory keeper, How long would you hold them all together?

With the time, the memory is more heavy than the body. The time drains like water in the hands and drains the soul until everything gets dark. 

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