Temporal Ghost Trips

Drifting through the lounge, floating all the way towards the store. Feelin’ through the old tomes and pristine newer articles. Trying to find a cadaver of knowledge to feed from. I find myself back amongst friends in the lounge as a whispering nymph bothers and twitches my shoulder. Gyrating and dancing like someone at the club she whispers temptations of darkness and grim tales of luck and love into my auditory nerve complex. The mini universe inside my skull formulates and thrashes about trying to figure out the riddles left and right, obtuse and sharp. I dream of better days when all my friends and foes would gather for love and loss. Now there is a stagnation and little more then temptation for unreachable more. Frustrated I lie back in my body and pout.