Ghost Month

Imagined nightmares inflicting my thoughts of rest. can't run, the distance is too much and I am too weak. I have left off running for too long. they say things are not black and white but nobody really explains what to do. wish I knew the answer. I am confused and stupified by the thought of going thru the imagined nightmares.

the ghost are coming. they are waiting like how people wait at the arrival halls. they are anticipating, impatiently. I remember when I was young, during competition, chains were attached to my legs. and I could not for years overcome that barrier. Lossen the chains! But, alas. Till the day there was no anticipation, no ghost staring, nobody at the arrival gates with an evil glare and the sign board that read- Hannah. Painted in black and with the scent of deciet and rounded words.

My life is chained. Ball bearings pulling me down to the center of the earth from fear. I want to fly into the shadows, sparse cry of the after rain and grassland capturing my imaginations and running the last lap with sweat drnching my face and still feeling like I woke up, just.

I want to fly over the hurdles and prove. I want to spit in your face. turn my head. no it is not a spit of a contempt. I just want to gain back what you have taken by no right. Snatched from my hands when I was a child. The right to myself. You took the key to my room and all I want is it back. And, ghost, I am coming back for it. It is up to you to hand it to me peaceably or I would fight for it. scream and punch. I am energize. Sedated with electricity.

The story is long and repetitve. But the ending will be swift and daming. It will snatch you like fire and smite your withered carcasses. It would finish what was not eaten. The body is battered but it is not dead. WHY DON'T YOU LOOK ME IN MY EYES!!! It begins at the arrival gates. It begins from the journey. But it conquers the imagined nightmares. It shatters your vase in smitherings. It burys you where you deserve. Your nitch in this world.