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.
Empty.
