I’m tricking my brain into loving myself and it’s never enough. I am so many versions of my spirit, but lately I feel like a lonely ghost that can’t let go.

I haunt every part of me and feel the shadows cave in when I get anxious. Everyone tells me that this is a product of loss. They say grieving makes you lose a part of yourself. Do I have to surrender to that too?

I won’t.

I’m the break in the sentence.

I’m the pause in the wind.

I’m the lit match before it hits the gasoline.

I’m perfectly still.

And if the world decided to take another thing from us, I’d tell it to start with me. I’d give it the ghostly part of my spirit and haunt it forever and ever and ever . I swear I’d scare the world back if I could. -AMT