What if a ghost loves
me and using its powers
to keep boys away...
That would explain a
Lot. Does that sound Crazy? We're
seeped in illusion.
I spend my entire
day with the inhabitants
of a virtual realm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Maybe its the proleptic phantom of a future relationship, reaching its tentacle into now, guiding you toward what fate has in store for you.