It has been months since something I wrote out of a place of pain was published on such a remarkable platform. Sometimes I still can’t believe they chose it. But it has taken me months to spot the flaw. You see, I do not want to find myself years from now longing for ghosts. I do not want to be damaged beyond repair. We must not cling to ghosts because they are familiar but realise that tomorrow is going to be so much more magical IF ONLY WE LET IT. This is the flaw.

I do not want to be Izumi Ohara with ghosts etched on my face.