Tag: Ghosts

Ghosted by Humidity

I recently stumbled upon a post, because of course I did since he algorithm knows I enjoy a good existential spiral, about research suggesting that “haunted” places may not be haunted at all. I’ll pause for the collective gasp. Apparently, those eerie feelings of not being alone, of […]

Ghosts within ourselves

Cobwebs. Rusted gate. Dusty step. Locked up. Forgotten. An empty bowl. A thriving cactus amongst the ruins. A reflected life with no humanity. Hiding. Biding time. There’s no key. No exit. Can only push through. Rush in. Yet halt time. The memories linger. Ghosts within ourselves. A heavy […]

Walking with the ghosts

Taking three steps forward The ghosts of love walk in line with me Two steps back the ghosts of slights impede my path The ghosts of failure try to ridicule The ghosts of comfort try to embrace Too many ghosts to track It’s easy to go wayward The […]