Isn’t it weird how ghosts from the past come back into our lives?

It’s like walking down a straight path but finding yourself turning back around to the beginning.

It is a very odd feeling to look in front of you and feel like you are in the past again.

It’s always unexpected. A nostalgic feeling that you want to embrace but have to avoid. 

I wonder if it’s the past visiting me, or am I visiting the past? 

Either way, the past is still looking in my face, questioning why I’m looking back at it.

As I look back at its face, I question how long the past has been in my present. 

Unexpectedly showing up when I am looking forward 

I just follow my past ghost and it follows me.