Ghosts of the past…

I have a lot of those.

Never go away…

Taken up permanent residence. 

Perhaps I invited them unknowingly 

Living there most of the time myself

Maybe they are all in my head

Where all the stories usually played

They chase my fears around but

Keeping them alive and strong

I let them, sustain them entertain them

Better than being alone or

Facing the reality that 

This life is nothing but empty.