Are you afraid of ghosts? I am.
Not the dead eerie ones that hide behind white sheets and make us run helter-skelter for cover. They are poor dissatisfied souls that don’t like people trespassing into their domain.
I’m scared of the ghosts that live within us and rule our minds and hearts. The ones that don’t let us get past them without tearing every bit of us into pieces.
These ghosts thrive on our fear and insecurities. They make us feel some kind of fake comfort with the memories that aren’t good for us.
The best thing is to not give them access to our world. Let them take off somewhere else, far far away.