boogie dance

Friday morning feels a little strange, like there are ghosts in the air begging to take form and be seen in the physical world. It’s almost like I can hear them screaming but I keep writing, pretending to ignore their frustration. What I’m wondering is how and why a ghost would feel frustrated, why they’d want to return and be seen, why they travel in groups, and how it is telepathy isn’t a thing for them.

I’m also trying to ignore the anxiety in the pit of my stomach, the one I’m not too keen on waking up to for no reason. Meds were helpful for the boogie man’s gonna get me kinda vibes. However, I’m headed into a cold shower cause I discovered it makes the boogie men disappear for a while, maybe even all day.

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