11-08-2004
last night at the interpol show, i believe someone saw a ghost and it was me.
that makes very little sense, but the intensity of the stare went beyond a fetching glance and more a "is that who i think it is?" scrutinizing. it freaked me out.
you can run from your past, but you cannot hide.
i am a ghost...to someone at least. haunting? who knows?
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