There are ghosts flying once in a while. Some people say they don't exists, I say they do. Memories are like ghosts.
Memories are forever.
Unconsciously we keep them locked in a coffin.
At this moment of my life, a magical key appeared in my bed.
Anytime I feel ready, I unlock a ghost. My room starts to freeze, and I don't feel comfortable anymore, but this feelings are worth it, because I know the reward is knowing myself a bit more.
This ghosts don't scare me at all, on the contrary, I'm willing to see them, confronting them, yelling to go away...