I am moving next week This is my last weekend in this apartment and I wonder what ghosts I will leave behind. What memories that only these walls will know and never speak of. The person who moves in here next will think that my ghost liked vibrant, rich colours. And that's the only part that will haunt her unless he or she paints over these colours and then my ghost will be gone.
Which makes me think of all the ghosts that I've left behind...the people that I used to know, the lovers, the old jobs, old bosses. Ghosts that I don't even know about. The people that perhaps I made an impression on that I don't recall. The people I've embarrassed myself infront of that I don't remember either. Perhaps there is a cashier somewhere that remembers me. Or someone in a bar who's name or face I don't remember.
Everywhere we go we leave a piece of ourselves. Often we don't think what part of ourselves we're leaving behind as we zip from point A to point B.
So, after this weekend, I'm headed to point B and I feel like I'm leaving a lot of ghosts behind that I'm not ready to leave. But I'm headed for somewhere else where I'll be creating new memories which in time will turn into more ghosts when I head for somewhere else. That's just the way it goes.
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Posted by: lee | March 30, 2009 at 12:01 AM