A ghost passes on by me, floating through the aisles of an old familiar place; where he is now and where he has gone no one knows, but he moves on in the shadows alone, restoring peace with his absence.
Posted in My Writing, One Sentence Thoughts
Published by Darling LaBelle
I am a writer looking to use my background in psychology (understanding how people think) and drama (understanding how people act) to make meaningful connections and help others improve the quality of their lives. I am passionate about making a positive difference in this world and I hope to do so with my words. View all posts by Darling LaBelle