sharing blankets with ghosts

a soul shift set adrift in some between of lost and present I feel you're thoughts you live in my memory but at what cost eventually I have to cut my losses but refuse for you to be forgotten. a sweet taste that has far begun to rotten, thoughts of Plotless nonsense I've worked so many hours but how many hours can you work to buy another hour on earth eventually it will all end in the breaks and bends the world will mend are souls once again and I shall be with you my friend until then I'll share blankets with ghosts and hold you're memory close -shroud 🤎