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