Of all sizes and colors
With a halo of light surrounding them
With tremendous eyes and big mouths
Desperate to absorb the little energy you have left to live
That’s what the ghosts that inhabit my mind are like
I always try to forget them
I occupy my thoughts with creative acts
I try to see them as something that doesn’t exist
Suddenly
Out of nowhere they surge
Like a slow breeze that hits your face in the middle of a forest
Somber and dark
That breeze that scares you with the sensation that something is going to happen
Something that will move the finest hairs in your body and
Disturb the most sensitive fibers of your skin
They are there
They don’t leave
And with them comes a scream of impotence
Of trying to get them out
For them to leave and never return
Like thieves robbing your peace
Your serenity
And your happiness.
