Ghost in the Shell

Someone once inquired about my earliest childhood memory.  In that moment, my mind became a viewfinder, clicking reels of vivid images.  My brain immersed in scenes changing rapidly before my eyes; some were whimsical fairy-tales, while others were shrouded in darkness.

I can still feel the butterflies taking flight in my tummy when I experienced my first kiss.  On the contrary, I can still feel the cold steel as it pierced my vein for the first time in an effort to numb the pain I had endured.

Along that hallway of despair, somewhere between the darkness and the light, I lost my way.  I suppressed emotions with quick-fixes and thrived on debauchery.

That radiant girl bursting with enthusiasm for life became the ghosts of her memories past.  A shell of existence longing for more…

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