Letting Go of the Ghosts

Minding your own business. All’s quiet. There’s a noise in the room… you think. Or maybe it’s just in your head. Yeah, it’s in your head.

It’s always been in your head. Where the ghosts live.

Start. Stop. Start again. Stop some more.

It gets old fast.

Writing. Not writing. Writing again. Not writing some more.

It gets old fast. I got old fast. So did the ghosts. Except ghosts stay the same as they were before they were ghosts. The memories of them, unchanged, from when they were new.

And the worst thing is, they aren’t even there.

Start. Don’t stop.

Writing. Writing again.

Letting go of the ghosts.

©️2020 William S. Friday

Welcome Back

Today was WordPress domain renewal day. While a lot has changed for me, some things remain the same.

I’ll let you figure out which is which.

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Falling. Not hard fast, roof to concrete, flat. Pavement stain.

Falling. Not motion slow, dream, down down. Abyss pain.

Falling. Heart and mind one, you and I one. Blanket to pillow remain.

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“Bad choices make good stories.”

It’s a clever shirt. More clever, because it’s true.

Own your choices and you own your stories.

peerage

No photo today, just a hastily crafted, poetic rant… with a little bit of hope for the peerage in all of us.