You wonder what she is when you first catch sight of her. An apparition conjured from your own loneliness? A muse sent to taunt your empty quill? A siren coaxing you to sail onto the rocks? She is, apparently, none of these things. You watch her closely. She forms shadows upon your floor and you decide that she is not wholly immaterial… - show me your soul (i’ll show you mine) by @paperlesscrown

















