I don't belive in them. But I do believe in after-images. If one stares at something long enough, or if something is in one spot long enough, when it is gone there is always a faint discolored image of what was once there. It is a strange sensation. When you reach out to touch it it is never there. Like words imprinted on ones mind, they remain, ghosts of our pasts. they're always there. All the things you ever said, these words floating in my head. I am filled with a longing for you. I miss you, riku.