lord

She dances underneath a black sky as she heads home to sleep in the arms of a ghost. The echoes of loves voice ringing in her ears, she's scared of what the future might bring. Tossing and turning through the night, the computer and her written journal entries help take her mind off what she knows will surely happen. Hours later, head pounding and with light now streaming through her window...her thoughts are like scrambled eggs on a silver platter.