Don’t mind me. I’m laughing cause I’m scared. The ghost my past forgot to kill reappeared. He popped up from nowhere the place that he’s from. I’ve done it before, I’ll do it again. So hey, gotta run.
The past is hard. I want to remember the good but can’t. The bad sneaks up to take what it can. I thought it wouldn’t stand the test of time. But no, every memory seems to survive.