Thoughts

Ghosts

All around me I see ghosts of myself.

Previous versions of me that i was never able to help.

They scream for attention and pray to be known.

None of them have the power to make themselves shown.

Until they find something to latch onto like a picture or a scent.

But god forbid I get somebody to take away the pain like they was heaven sent. 

People talk about love like it is something that can be obtained. 

Love is around us. 

Love is within, but is not to be blamed. 

We become ghosts by losing parts of us that we slowly begin to realize are important.

If we realized that things and people were so important maybe we wouldn't ignore them.