All the chances and opportunities you don’t take become
ghosts.
The places that you didn’t explore.
The left fork in the road.
The cliff you walked away from,
The one you didn’t jump off.
The live octopus on a plate.
The song you never danced to.
The guy you never winked at,
The one you never asked to dance,
The one you never kissed.
They all become ghosts that linger over all of your desires
and decisions.
They howl past your ear as you drift into sleep, awakening
the sting of failure and regret you bury every morning.
They plague your visions and dreams of the future,
Your blossoming feelings,
Your words right before you inhale and exhale them.
You wonder, “Where will this first step lead me?
Who will it lead me to?
Will this be a lost opportunity?
Or worse,
A risk gone sour?”
And before your foot hits the ground you lift it again and
bring it back into the safety and familiar domain that is your comfort zone.
A banshee shrieks.
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