is. it. not.
is your place mine or are we just used to not being alone... is your bed mine or is it the place where you first loved & died, haunted by her presence are your sheets full of me or are they proof of what was and now isn't are your clothes mine or are they the sweet memory that she lived in them are these walls our home or are they a room still missing the presence of a ghost that was once full of life. to be listened to: Back to the Old House
