“Ghosts” :: Laura Marling :: SOTD
“He would stare at empty chairs,
think of the ghosts that once sat there,
the ghosts who broke his heart.”
How many of us carry the weight of the past along with us, every day, shadowed by the people from our past, dragging all the stories (good, bad and indifferent) right into the next chapter of our lives? Are we even aware we do it? Do we recognize the baggage, and the ghosts, that we bring into the room? Do we notice those the ghosts that our current lovers, and friends, bring in, as well?
Sometimes the ghosts are unspoken regret. Sometimes they are longing. Sometimes they are the marks and scars left from unanswered “what if’s“. Often the incarnations of these “spirits” act as expectation and assumption – an ever dangerous combination. In the middle of the night, when all is quiet and still, those dual ghost fighters (expectation and assumption) creep in and tangle themselves inside my over-thinking psyche, and soon after the Fear shows up.
When I’m strong enough I tell them all to go away. I ignore their distorted images and perspective-blurred memories. I wipe my eyes clear and remember that every day and every person is different.
I try to remember that sometimes it is just the ghosts of those that broke our hearts before we met that are pulling on us, jangling our fears and insecurities.
Sometimes, all of it, is just “the yesterdays”.
“Ghosts” :: Laura Marling