I still remember sitting alone on the staircase talking to myself. Sometimes I wonder, is it just me? Or do people go through this phase of not being able to make any friends? Man, I really miss that staircase. He sat with me, my friend; the one I couldn’t see but talk to, the one that doesn’t speak but listens.
We watched other kids play, stuck to TV all day, we were inseparable! There were good days and bad but there wasn’t a day he wasn’t there. The guy faded with my innocence. There are things you bury within yourself as you grow up, right? That nonchalant kid that you once were.. where is he? How could you let him die? I ask myself this.
Life has forced me to chase people and goals; that shallow fuck. I could neither get people nor have any goals. Before you label me an aimless piece of shit, let me tell you something:
Have you ever thought of what you have become? What you had to let go of before life made you this living carcass? Is this what you really wanted to be? If you say yes, you’re a lying piece of shit.
Ghosts aren’t dead people coming back.
Ghosts are the parts of you that were killed so you could chase what life and society threw at you.
Do you remember that freedom you had as a kid? The freedom is still here. The kid isn’t.
And you’re fucked up.