(photo via hipcumon) There were times in the past, and even now when she seemed like a ghost to me. An evanescent being that was only in my life for a short time, only to reappear at moments when she was unexpected. Maybe she wasn’t to be, or maybe she’d haunt my life forever more? Only she would know. But the distance, the separation to me, was unbearable. She hung a map on my wall and marked with a pen, the places she wanted to go, Fiji, Ireland, the redwood forests of California. Places that I could never taker her. Places that were not inaccessible to her, but they were to me, just a punk from the streets, a waif who had not found his way. She dreamed enough for two. But made plans only for one.

(photo via hipcumon)

There were times in the past, and even now when she seemed like a ghost to me. An evanescent being that was only in my life for a short time, only to reappear at moments when she was unexpected. Maybe she wasn’t to be, or maybe she’d haunt my life forever more? Only she would know. But the distance, the separation to me, was unbearable.

She hung a map on my wall and marked with a pen, the places she wanted to go, Fiji, Ireland, the redwood forests of California. Places that I could never taker her. Places that were not inaccessible to her, but they were to me, just a punk from the streets, a waif who had not found his way.

She dreamed enough for two. But made plans only for one.

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