Who said death is dead? He's fully alive, traveling around the world, throwing shadows and soaking in the sun. Visiting the young and old; placing bets and dicing regrets, for the worse or a better off place.

After the fire died down, what remained were two charred hearts, that once beat as one.

A ghost has all the time to reach for love, but never can. As a person has little time to reach for love, and never does.

She had died, I just never told her. So still, we walk, eat and sleep together, in fear one day she'll come to realize it.

Words are dead, until action brings them life.

It's not good to dig in the past, raise the ghost up from the grave, and have it walk with the flesh.