ghosts.

Fear evenlopes around me, ghosts of my past swallow my insides and spits them back out again. I blast music at the loudest volume to distract my mind from wondering, to block out the voices of my many selves. I am sewing the dismembered memories back together, stitching away at the bad parts of myself, trying to dispose of my dark past.

I am somebody else right now, I am not myself. I can feel my eyes wandering, my heart skipping beats. I am fine, I am fine.