I let old ghosts come back to haunt me<\/p>\n\n\n\n
to keep my world from feeling empty. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
They tear at the scars of old wounds that just won\u2019t heal, <\/p>\n\n\n\n
yet somehow the ceaseless noise and presence <\/p>\n\n\n\n
is more comfortable than the lonliness <\/p>\n\n\n\n
and isolation their screams and tendrils drive away. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
So let their spectral fingers tighten around the memories <\/p>\n\n\n\n
and pull them out to freshen up <\/p>\n\n\n\n
and set back at my feet to trip and torture yet again. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because better are the familiar failures <\/p>\n\n\n\n
than to go and find new ones to fall into my lap<\/p>\n<\/body>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"