A Girl in a Ghost Town.

When I first started venturing out into ghost towns, I was fascinated with the idea of being alone in a town.

I was trying to escape myself after a bad break-up.

I was disappearing without actually disappearing.

I felt gone like the people who left these places for various reasons.

I was looking for something that I didn’t know I needed, until I found it.

I imagined the ghosts of people long gone, loving and laughing on these forgotten grounds.

I fell in love with the personality of rusty, beat-up cars and houses with caved in foundations.

I fell in love with the way the breeze caressed my face differently than in the city.

I fell in love with the song of birds and insects.

I fell in love with the melody of swaying grass.

The structures reminded me of myself.

Abandoned, but standing.

Falling, but somehow still sturdy.

–S.