We lay in a world of bipolar solidity.
Photos that say “yes we did it”
But lies that say no we didnt.
5 second video evidence against us.
But chats that dissappear in a matter of seconds.
Every moment being captured on camera. Polaroid pictures being exploited.
Drugs and alcohol washing away the memory.
“Did that even really happen?” I have to ask myself. Day after day.
I’m a ghost afterall.
Disappearing with every falling wave.
Every cycle of friends that changes.
Every party trick swept under the rug.
Put on a face. Take a selfie. Fake your life.
Somewhere between snap chats and malt liqueur I find myself.
Only you know who you are right?
Not some 5 second video proof.
Not some heartbreak that happened way too long ago.
– Lemon Ghost