Fade.

Today was a day of hauntings. The air so familiar, and ghosts at every turn. Passing by all the places I used to live, with images of who I used to be. Like all of these past lives converged into a moment of sadness and mourning of what once was, and what will never be again. Those days feel like dreams of someone else's life, not mine. But I know that I was there. I wonder if I could think of the past as being nothing more than a dream? If I could, would it be easier to let go of? Would it fade into the background of my mind, and become distorted and fuzzy like all of my other dreams? Maybe then it wouldn't feel so hard to be where I am right now. Maybe then I could go about my life as it is today, without ever feeling the tug of nostalgia everytime I pass by someplace where I once was already. Maybe then I could look forward without ever feeling this pang in my chest. This sick longing to hold onto someone who no longer exists...