Chasing ghosts for the better part of my youth to very little avail, my position on the paranormal has shifted considerably in recent years.  Though, surprisingly, my belief, furthermore, my understanding for things ghostly has never been more precise.  These ghosts come to me regularly, appearing on the faces of strangers, posing as those who I once cared for.  

Of course these menacing ghouls are figments of my imagination; my heart delirious  my brain compliant to create the facade.  And each time, if only for some indescribably short amount of time, my mind becomes a cyclone of emotions.  Joy, and that extreme butterfly feeling in my stomach, followed immediately by the inevitable realization that I have once again tricked myself.  All of this happening in what could only be a second or two.  Amazing how moments such as these can become almost infinite, extending endlessly while they are occurring, defying time and space at will.     

I don’t think such ghosts haunt us all.  Preferring the emotionally despondent, those who have deprived themselves of certain relationships, or simply, the lonely.  There is no cure.   There are no priests to say prayers.  There are no spells, oils, incenses to burn, etc.  Such ghosts, as far as I know, exist as a permanent resident of one’s subconscious, libel to take indefinite hiatus’, only to return on a whim.  Creatures such as these are not to be chased, they are not to be antagonised, for they are the chasers, and they do so with extreme prejudice.