Ghosts

You are so haunted by fragments of truth, delibrate ignorance can't help anymore.

They are everywhere, aren't they?

Persistent shadows lurking among your memory, waiting to pounce on your disturbed mind. You can't fight them at all...the harder you try, the more they are going to choke you. Traces of past left their footprints silently, but your sensitivity manifested them into your worse nightmares. The mind screams for a reprieve, begging happiness to stop it from wandering.

But the ghosts are everywhere. And they remind you from time to time.

You can do nothing about it. You can't kill ghosts. They are long dead and buried, tucked away with Time. But they are trapped within yourself, you allow them to live on and allow yourself to wallow in their shadows. And they will not spare you any mercy.

They are everywhere. You can run, but you can never hide. And they are going to make your life a living hell.

Soon you will be a ghost yourself. Soon.