“You know there’s no such thing as ghosts, right?” He said, when she told him she’s scared of watching horror movies because the scenes come back to her at night.
She nodded in mute assent. Acknowledging what was only logical.
Her mind, however, delved into a separate plane.
She wondered – what of the ghosts of memories that come back to haunt our every waking moment?
Or the phantom shards of broken promises that pierce through our very heart?
The spirit of a future, dead before it could even come alive, like an unborn child, but always a part of our existence?
She thought of the demons of jealousy, ego and pride residing within us, gnawing away at our very cores.
The fear of failure, draining away our life’s source.
But most of all
Of men and women who enter our lives and then leave a trail of destruction in their wake.
No, he’s right, she thought. There’s no such thing as otherworldly, undead ghosts. For they paled and faded away in the face of the monsters that live in this very world.
Hello my lovelies,
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