The Frog Chronicles

Ghosts

I fucking hate ghosts.

Not, mind you, the dubious sort of spirit left behind by those who have shuffled off this mortal coil, but rather the memories and vibrations left behind by someone or something special that has been lost. The sort of ghost that is hard to escape because it has attached itself to a place or a habit that was once a haven, but that you now share with someone you miss.

Even this desk holds ghosts for me now. Ghosts that make me want to look back instead of forward. Ghosts that whisper, over and over, of what I got wrong, and of how I failed, and of how I came up short. Ghosts that only want to talk about what might have been.

Fuck, but I hate those ghosts. I hate them, and they are everywhere.