Today I moved into a ghost town, where the past and the future live in perpetual now. Leaving behind all my worldly possessions, except my bed, where all my senses are aware, in dreams.
In this ghost town, there is everything you need. There is silence and solace, ignorance and inquiry. And time, because in a ghost town, time is as plentiful as weeds in eternal sunshine.
There is no fear in my ghost town. The neighbors, because they are good ghosts, welcome you. But slowly, as they know that you, like themselves, came here with the echoes of the noises of your old life in your head, and that is scary enough for now.
So today, I live in a ghost town, where life and death aren’t the law, only acceptance. This is the place I always belonged, where hope and love keep the peace, and the ghosts of the past shake hands every day, because they have made peace with each other.
And they wait to shake hands with you. Wait, until you are one of them.
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