There is a possibility.
For greatness.
For death.
For everything in between
And in the spaces of the words left unsaid.
Of thought left unspoken.
Of actions left undone.
Is the possibility
That maybe…
Just maybe…
Life has not been lived
-Ghostwife
Ghosts of the past stay in the Present
There is a possibility.
For greatness.
For death.
For everything in between
And in the spaces of the words left unsaid.
Of thought left unspoken.
Of actions left undone.
Is the possibility
That maybe…
Just maybe…
Life has not been lived
-Ghostwife