My dwelling memories of so long ago seem like a mirage. The images in my head are nothing more than a collage. It seems we’ll never meet again in this world of a kaleidoscope. You’ve flown so far away from me; I couldn’t see you even with a telescope. People use each other while feelings…

series 1 There she goes, wandering the halls again. Her white dress trails behind and billows softly. She’s crying.  The woman goes from one room to another and walks quickly behind my mother before disappearing again.  It’s so cold when she’s around but I tuck myself into my bed and watch her. No one else…