ghosts

We are all haunted, whether we like it or not.


Only the unhappy become ghosts.
It has to be. The happy dead stay dead and gone. For what other business would they have still with the mortal world?

It is not only people who become ghosts.
Memories, experiences. They die also, and they become ghosts as we mourn their loss. Happy memories are bittersweet ghosts tinged with longing; while the unhappy ghosts stay lurking, in the dark recesses of the soul. Never truly gone, or forgotten.

It is not only people who haunt us, but also their memory.
A tender smile that could light up like the sun, sharp words that cut quick and to the bone, butterfly kisses soft and fleeting across fevered flesh.

We remember, and we mourn. Because ghosts are the only things we have left to remember them by.

- WenZhen