Hollow...

I struggle to keep me full... I struggle to keep me busy, to keep me occupied, only to find out in the end that with all this, I am hollow... I talk and act on fumes, remnants of a previous time, a time long gone and forgotten... Well, long gone... not forgotten...

It makes me wander... have I been all these things? Yes, I have... I know I have and so do those that know me as well... But then... What has happened to me? why can I not find myself, find the energy and the will to be that again? Is it simply because I do not want to be the same again, or is it even simpler and by far harder to accept and move on?

Is it simply because I cannot be that again? Or is it because I don't want to overcome what I've been that I struggle so hard and desperately to remain true to a ghost?

Ghosts... Once I was told that I have too many, and I agreed... If only I knew then what I know now...

Don't get worried... I new nothing then, and I know nothing now...

Only then I didn't know it...