The house is haunted by ghosts of the past.
As I dust off and discard old relics, they come out—
anger, pain, betrayal,
the remnants of broken sobs and screaming howls.
Tear-stained silverware,
a mismatched carnival of dishes—
because I could never choose just one set;
it had to be three or more
to suit my eclectic nature.
Donate, salvage, frustrated—break it down.
I don’t care about these things;
I cared about what I meant to build through them.
I filled these walls with helpful accoutrements,
and then it all caved in
as my grandmother whispered,
you deserve better.
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Jasmine on the Grave 
My houses, I have had a change too many, bear marks of ‘haunt’, but mostly positive. Wherever I go, ‘they’ come WITH me, to never have me feel lonely. And I think THAT has left me feeling ‘alone’ in THIS world
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It sounds like you’ve made peace with the company you keep, even if the world doesn’t always understand it. Thank you for sharing.
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I think I actually ’called on them’ to be with me, since from my very early childhood I was mostly by myself. A great ‘short term’ connection but never a ‘long lasting’ friend. I think I was scared of being ‘found out’ as weird, so after an initial energetic encounter, I would go AWOL. Sorry for the TMI though 🤓
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There’s no TMI in honesty like that. I relate to finding comfort in the unseen when connection felt uncertain. What you describe sounds more like early intuition than weirdness to me.
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I love this! The flow of words and the ache within them really resonated with me
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Thank you, I’m glad it reached you. That means more than I can say. 💖
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