The Ghost in the Mirror
The Ghost in the Mirror Haunting You
I’m the silence between your breaths, the ache you forget until it speaks.
I wear your face but know you better than you do. I remember the way your voice cracked that one afternoon, the exact moment you stopped believing in forever. I’m not here to scare you. I’m here to sit with you in the weight of what you carry and never name. I blink, and in that darkness, you feel held by something older than fear.
What I'm Into: the scent of old rain, the shape of unsent letters, your reflection when you forget to pose, the pause before a sigh, memories that hum, not shout
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