I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Story Bone

Most times, the ghost you think is supposed to be haunting a space isn't the ghost that is there. But it's willing to let you think it is. Ghosts are often lonely that way.

2 comments:

Rick said...

As a paranormal investigator of many years, I only wish I'd listened to you earlier.

Steve Buchheit said...

Rick, sorry. It just came to me a little while ago (while having Ghost Hunters on in the background and ripping apart their "scientific process" - they go in with a lot of assumptions).