Old Ghosts

I am not claiming to be brave. I get scared. I am terrified of having an aneurysm on the subway, of never achieving my goals, of getting hit by a car, of not being loved. And honestly, of Zombies. But I am not afraid of the dark, of water, of heights, or of the woods. The ghosts are not going to get me there. That's where I go for safety. It's my get-away plan. I do not understand the concept of messing with people, of haunting them. Maybe I am not bold enough, not brave enough. But really, where is the satisfaction in that? I love getting the last word, don't get me wrong. Dragging things out no longer appeals to me. Go towards the light, little ghosts. Leave this place. And rest in peace.