ghosts.

my head swimming with all these

parts of stories i may or may not have read

that may or may not exist

magic books

a gypsy dance, at night, by lanterns and caravans

a boy running down a long, winding path

an explorer following -chasing? a parrot

-or a dragon?

lost cities

lost stories

ghosts of-

books

dreams?

i need to find them.

the half-details make no sense to me

they haunt me.

like i now haunt bookstores.

''may I help you?''