The Haunting

There are people that are so detached from the world that they presume the world is detached from them. They are ghosts floating within the hollow of their bodies; an intangible presence haunting their lives. They guard themselves from emotion, refusing to feel its pain again, not realizing that they're also guarding themselves from happiness. I heard Steve say once – when he didn't know I was in the room – the years that you suffer are the best of your life because they make you who you are. These ghosts, though, hold on to that suffering like a shield and hide behind it. They don't let emotion through, good or bad, they just stop feeling. Hardly makes breathing worthwhile, doesn't it?