burning
august 11, 2017 sometimes i want to burn the ghosts of pain that haunt my memories, those remnants of the past that still frighten or sadden that coast through afternoon thoughts, pulling tears with them, forcing me to ask what it is that makes them so meloncholy. people die and moments die, and both live on in the realm of our imaginations. and sometimes those apparitions of my past present themselves as though i need to examine them again to see if their weight has shifted, to see if their message has changed, to see if i can let go of what haunts and replace it with something lighter, more endearing. something precious because it simply reminds me of the time i was able to share with someone, even if the whole time i wished that it was something different. there is a part of me that does pursue the pain because it's better than nothing. better than wondering. all this intimacy i used to share with people. and somewhere along the way i felt cheated because it makes it lonely no...