Ghosts

Have you ever walked into a place, where you shared a lot of memories with someone, and immediately feel them pouring back in no matter how hard you've tried to shut them out? Imagine that happening every time you walk in through the door to your apartment or house, into your room, your favorite ice cream shop or bar. You close your eyes and try to push the memories away, but despite your best efforts, they continue to creep into your mind.

It's hard for me to remember what life was like without these ghosts. They follow me around my apartment, around my parents' house, around my hometown. No matter how much time has passed, the ghosts still haunt me in the places I wish I could go to escape them.

These ghosts are of past lovers and friends, people with whom I've spent much of my time with, but are now practically strangers. My mind longs to forget the memories, the good and the bad, yet they continue to come back to haunt me. Once fond memories now cause pain. I'm haunted by my past mistakes, who I used to be, and those with whom I've spent time.

I've been thinking a lot about this lately, and have been struggling to put my feelings into words. They continue to roll around in my head, despite me pouring them out into this post.

There's a thousand more things I could write, but I'll leave it at that... for now.