Dust

There are strange particles in the air.
I can see them.
They look like dust, but I know they are something different.
I can smell them too. They do not smell like mould and old houses, they smell like the past. They smell like the dawn and the night. Like babies and coffins. I can smell them all around me.
I can taste them. They taste like your first birthday cake, your last kiss. They taste like that Christmas before your world feel apart, or that Easter you ate chocolate until you puked. And oh the feeling.
I can feel them here. They touch my skin, the ruffle my hair. They have fingers that brush against me, bodies that try to hug me, that try to be close. They cannot be in this place. They drift in and out.
There are strange particles in the air. I can see them. They look like dust, but I know they are something different. They are everything you have ever forgotten you missed. They are the past, the people, the places you left behind. Don’t think they will not find you.
They are here.
I can see them.