Reality bites... and doesn't let go.
~Author Unknown
~Author Unknown
It’s been one of those days; it has rained almost all day. Days like this give me too much time to think. The house is way to quiet and the ghosts begin to come out. Ghost of the future haunt me… mocking me… what may be, what could be, what never will be. They tell me that this as good as it gets… look around… listen… what do you hear and that’s the problem… I hear the “nothing” and that is a terrible sound. No matter how hard I try to block things, there’s always that small crack in with the ghost can get in and make me look at where I am. Where am I one may ask… at times I’m on the open sea with waves throwing me around and I have no control where I will end up… other times it’s as if I’m on the beach, I can see the surf, but there’s no sound, I can see the water, but I can’t feel it… it’s like being in a crowd, yet you’re all alone.
