You might ask, Jeckles, why did you name your last little angry post, ghosts?
Well, I see them everywhere. And they all look like her. I know that the way she left me, leaves me grieving more than anything else. But unlike if she actually died, her ghost is out there, living a life with out me.
I know what this says about my state of being. I'm not okay. And I see her ghost everywhere. I drive from here to there and see her car everywhere.
Fun fact, do you have any idea how many blue/green Subaru Foresters are on the road? A shit ton would be the answer. They are everywhere. And they all could all be her. Except, none that I've seen are.
And what would I do, if I actually saw her? I don't fucking know.
Nothing that would fix this... that's for sure.
Yet, I chase ghosts. Cause I'm broken and lost.
This is more than a person can take.
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