Witchcraft

Sometime in October, I walked into Emmanuel feeling perhaps a little bolder in judgement, but led on by melancholy, bad idea, some sort of sober trip had me like an echo returning back to absorb overly exaggerated visions of love and poor choices, a guilt trip, or... I started to believe that something was different then, maybe nostalgia for this ugly plot of land, or those grey seeds you'd never planned to grow into a grave, who the **** wants that.. my love, or that guy on stage reading disappearing, the ghost seeping quietly into a classroom and leaving before you have the chance to close the door.