Sometimes your ghosts chases you. You run through the thick forest where it’s dark and scary and eerie till you run into the light. It’s bright and beautiful and the ghost is blinded. You have the time of your life. You meet people who want to make you forget your journey. And temporarily you do.
But the ghost adjusts to the light and laughs at you as you mingle through the new social strata you’re now on. Laughs out so loud and you hear that all familiar taunt. You’re too afraid but your ghost taps you on the shoulder anyway, and as you turn back, you begin that journey into darkness once more. And you run and your ghost doesn’t get you. But the consequences of running is with you for the rest of your life. Your ghosts may go quiet. You don’t get over your ghosts, you never really do.