101014. Maybe that's how it works. People come to our lives, leaving an indelible mark. Be it a scar or an undeniable proof that they once stayed. Then they drift off like ghosts feeling the kiss of the morning sunrise.
They continue living as ghosts, haunting in the deepest terrains of our existence. Yes, they've already left. But they still lurk like shadows.
They still linger here.
You still linger here.









