Friday, May 04, 2012
Ghosts
The ghosts of my past creeps up every so often in the form of a dream or a random text message.
Yesterday, Big M buried deep in the back of my memory decided to re-visit me in my sleep.
Just five minutes or so ago, the Man decided to find out when I was next in Sydney so we could “make a night of it”, as he puts it.
I kindly declined and put it across to him that there are some experiences in my life that I am no longer interested in partaking.
I am keen to exorcise those ghosts and live at present.
