I’m haunted and always have been, but the ghosts are quiet lately, the demons sleeping, maybe, but I still can’t. Never could. Never will. An hour here, an hour tomorrow, and a few more as the week collapses into the next.
It makes me feel better.
If I still had a soul it could maybe heal it. I would like to dance. I would like to sing.
And so I shall, off until the night becomes day once more and I’ll close my eyes no more.