The Ghost in You

Italo Calvino said: The more enlightened our houses are, the more their walls ooze ghosts. Describe the ghosts that live in this house: Image credit: “love Don’t live here anymore…” – © 2009 Robb North – made available under Attribution 2.0 Generic

Flexing and prodding my blogger self to just let go and write tonight. Shed the the copywriter, get naked from my editor self, snap out of the grammatical trance..and just write!

(yes I asked to be inspired and look at that, the image credit says “love don’t live here anymore”)

Are you clairvoyant or is it a portent of things to come?

My mind. It’s full of cobwebs and ghosts who’ve overstayed their welcome. The drudgery of having an all out spring cleaning saps my energy everytime I entertain the thought.
The ghosts with their paraphernalia lives in the periphery of my vision. Each break, each unguarded moment allows them to wander into my field of sight. Unwelcome. Unrepentant. Hateful. How do you kill something that’s dead? How do you bury shadows?

The darkest recesses of my mind still holds echoes of voices past. Of places turned dusty, of promises and betrayals. Why so dark and morose?

I turn my face towards the sun so the shadows fall behind me. Ghosts are harder to get rid of but they’re made out of the mist and fog of an unreliable memory.