the ghosts.

Sometimes the ghosts of our past comes to chase us, reminding us that we’re not alone In the nights, that in the precise moment we put some ice in a glass, to serve a drink, the ghost come out to chase us, and in some cases to torture , In most of the cases to remind what we left behind, what we use to do, coming from the darkness gathering the memories of past times, sometimes better others not so much, in my case the music also trigger the ghosts; of the worst and the better times I’ve gotten in life, but in all cases they chase me. There’s nothing to fear, they come to remind us who we are and who we was, and to teach us lessons. That’s why I write to exorcise these ghost, the ghost of the things, of the people I left behind.