ghost writing
2003-11-02 ~ 10:23 p.m.

last night at the hobbit house was alright. i am not cool enough to associate myself with an area code and do the handshake, but they chatted of ghosts for a minute.

not that anyone asked me, but there isn't a ghost in the hobbit house. if there is an odd currency in the energy, it probably is foundation trouble.

but i kept it in my head, cause i like ghosts and i have been feeling creepy lately.

and some nights...just some...i try to slow it all down and listen to the voices.

and when i do that...i really must be crazy.

filtering the noise of the light in the bathroom is overwhelming as well.

i have gotten good over the years. i must be 'creatively' geared.

it was always the plan to hear it and listen and then write it out...

instead i keep spinning them in my mind with the rest of the stories that never go anywhere external.

as a matter of fact, truth be told...i don't think i could write them out. they don't seem mine though i know they are a creation of my mind. but still...

ghost writing thrilled me when i was young.

now i find myself wondering if ghosts would like their thoughts kept to themselves. perhaps they are not all trapped souls...just bits and pieces of energy who in that moment are transparent...if that, then maybe they were very private people who are in a different sort of hell??

just trying to make sure all the ghosts are comfortable.

it is a busy job.

later*

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