I’m afraid of ghosts. Not ghosts from my past. No. Ghosts from my future. The specter of things that may or may not be. The wisping shadows that call to me from down the road. The shimmering mists who hold out their arms, inviting me to join them, to partake of their story and splendor.
I used to cherish these ideas, the happy plans of my many tomorrows, full of cheerful sunshine. Now, they frighten me. The darkness has set in and the moon illuminates them for what they really are. The future ghosts. They are calling me.