Ghosted
November 22nd, 2004 byI hope to dream of ghosts tonight. I hope to dream of something different, something unreal, something frightening enough to scare me into forgetting. Something removed from my life and my restless brain. For tonight and for the last number of nights I can find no peace. Not in sleep, nor while awake.
Where is my courage? Where is the old decisive Ari? Grrr. Sorry to be opaque here. If I knew how to put any of this into words I would. Life hasn’t only be restless for the last few days, it’s been almost literally turned upside down.