Ghosts.
I've always had an irrational fear of ghosts; And to this day, I still can't shake the discomfort thoughts about them. Yet, the ghost of my memories, people, and echoing laughter haunt me more. There are times when the ghost of my past creeps up on the days I feel most vulnerable, loney. It comes when I am awake at ungodly hours of the night, as I'm contemplating up at the dark ceiling. Thinking about the memories of the people I used to know, now strangers that haunt my mind.
So, I bring my thoughts over to a cherry tree I once had. I share my thoughts, my worries, dreams, and pain. I shared everything with this wonderful tree. Most people would see it as the fruit-bearing tree it is, but it holds more than just cherries.
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