Ghosts.

"Well I'll be damned, here comes your ghost again..." Joan Baez, Diamonds and Rust.

Some things never go away. No matter how much I wish they would, they come back to haunt me. With every day that passes, I feel that I'm getting stronger; that I can slowly free myself from their grasp. But all it takes to shatter this illusion is a memory. And everything I've worked towards unravels and I'm thrown back to where it all began.

"...I need some of that vagueness now, it's all come back too clearly..."

It scares me - the intensity with which I relive some moments. It's self-destructive. But I see no way to prevent any of it from happening. I'm stuck. I want Time to take everything away. I want to forget. I want to look ahead. And I want to smile with all I've got. I'm tired of hanging on to something that has long left me behind with nothing more than a memory.