Giving up Ghosts.

Running, screaming for the hills, this avoidance plague like fog inside my mind.  The thought of trying too hard encircles me within a circumference of doubt.  Such a pain is this remembrance, that not so long ago inspiration dripped its sweet honey from my eyes, and coated everything I saw in amber shades.  So sweet and misleading.  Such is the confidence of youth, not knowing any better and not caring, for failure grows deadlier with age.  An abyss inside one's past, threatens to consume you if you spend too long looking back.  Material burdens are the distractions, the falsifiers of emotion.  Their mundane and bloated perspective gives credence to the undeserving.  Let nothing distract you from the joy in your life. Eliminate the walls and the fears that lie to "keep you safe," despite the fact that there is no danger at all.  No good or bad, just life.  To be lived and be enjoyed, all else be damned.