Song & Old Ghosts

The song was on repeat…

How does it make any sense?! That a person who’s incapable of watching a movie twice, or reading a book they so loved, more than once, can play a favourite song on repeat on and on and on?!!!!

She responded: why do we have to analyze everything?! Why couldn’t things…just be?!

‘Jenny of Oldstones’, spoke to her. ‘The ghosts’ are her kings who are gone! She danced with those ghosts and danced…and…danced…

Some of them, she had missed…She blamed herself for losing them! And some, she felt she just found and was thrilled to find.

But then, there was more…there were those ghosts who loved her the most! She looked at them! They spun her around…Spun away her pain…her very deep pain…

And she never wanted…to leave

Never wanted to leave

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Image by Mean Shadows/unsplash

Author: Kat

I used to work as a graphic designer, until one day I was tragically and blissfully hit by two colliding meteors! One caused my falling in love with the world of coffee! And the other resulted in me falling out of love with the not so wonderful and nearly suffocating office culture! I left the glamour of the design world, and opened up my little café! Those were the best years of my life! I say ‘were’, because (wait! May be another time! But please do ask me if you ‘must’ know and can’t sleep tonight unless I tell you!) For the past three years, I have been living in a pyramid shape house in a middle of a green forest in the summer; a green forest buried underneath lots - I mean LOTS - of snow in the winter. I used to ‘think I still do ;)’ love the city! With its buzzing energy! I love to travel and seeing different food and coffee scenes...preferably alone! visiting ‘quirky and unusual’ places! I do not love visiting museums, hugely commercialized areas, malls and landmarks! I love old and full of heritage ‘anything’! I also love, to sit in a busy coffeeshop ‘reading quietly’ and not talking! Talking exhausts me most of the time! Watching the world unfold.. and thinking ...never does!

6 thoughts on “Song & Old Ghosts”

  1. When I was a kid I was in the hospital for about three weeks. Right across the hall, within ear shot, some kid around my age was playing Bob Marley’s I Shot the Sheriff. At the time it was a nice song. That is until he played it 3/4 times per hour 10/12 hours a day. Did I mentioned I was there for three weeks?

    I could have turned him into a ghost.

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