Just Imaginary--Issue #12
By Rebekah Unger Where I walk, I’m faded, a blur, hardly there. Though I don’t often walk anymore. I’m there, or I’m not. Or I’m somewhere in between, a ghost in the back of her mind. When I am there, even slightly there, it’s always with her. I couldn’t exist without her, literally. I remember when I was strong, and almost solid. So much more there. She was younger.