seeking forgiveness or an exorcist for the ghosts that have been resurrected to life by the subconscious psyche swirling images of yesteryear could have been's the cumulative pile of what-ifs and never were's all quaintly risen up and strutting about in their see-through veneers. The psyche churns and along with it the layers of silt underneath like the tide exposing, emerging divulging - a new old set of emotional turbulence shifting through the debris seeking something valuable though the wreckage may be unsalvageable. Who needs the devil? when the mind plays advocate all on its own.
28 Thursday Jun 2012