At age thirty I have returned to walking through a house of hunted ghosts where people have been and now they are not, not to go anyplace, the place is the house where they have become the ghosts of mine the mind of mine in which they reside as if they feel they have the privilege to reside in my mind, they don´t have the privilege to be in here in this mind of mine, in this house of mine, in this heart on mine. They hunt me and that is my destiny the destiny of a hunted mind. Why should I put up with them? I ask myself, but myself is unable or unwilling to answer that question a complicated question that can have a very simple answer which eludes my mind, my thoughts are blurred and un-blurred it´s a grey area in which I have to live. There is no white and black. Life.
Life is my house, it revolves around it it speaks to it. My house. The house where dreams where made and broken were people lived and died, where laughs where mixed with tears, where I was born and educated, where values and principles slipped into every pour of my body.
I look out and have stayed out of the hunted house seeing the green prairie of life as well as the soaked red prairie of war, the privilege of learning and un-learning the seeds that make up the wonderful prairie of life. Is not all war says my ex-soldier soul. I created my life based on what I learned in my house. I return back to my house, it is hunted I can feel it every day I wake up, they are there, I feel them as much as a hammer hitting my soul, my heart, my mind. But it is Life. The Life I chose to live and now I have to cope with.
CRAZY LIFE 
Interesting blog here!!! A big kiss from a new follower!!! Kisses…
Hi, thanks for the like and the following, I think is the only post you´ll probably like since the name being what it is, I post quite colourful stories, to say the least with an ironic-dark sense of humour, can´t do nothing about that. At least I laugh at some of them(Go figure. I´m weird) . I was just browsing through your blog, hey you make quite a cute pair I´ll show this to my niece she´s 9 going on 19 and talks too much, drives me nuts! How many questions can a little monster throw at you in less than a minute? I´ll show her the photos of your daughters wardrobe which are very nice by the way I can always get ideas to write about from all kinds of blogs, your´s included obviously. So I´ll show my niece the pictures and ask her “You like that outfit?” ” She will be ecstatic and then I´ll follow through “we don´t have money to buy you one, sorry,if you stop talking for one day maybe I can work out a way to get a loan”(have to use Mafia techniques on her) Then I will giggle to myself.
I´m glad you stumbled upon my blog which lead me to yours. So I´ll throw in kisses and hugs.
Good thoughts and quote! It’s important to love what we do, no matter what it is.
I really enjoyed what you wrote here. I feel haunted too!
This is my favorite post I have read thus far, CharlyPriest. It is haunting, it is sad…but it is brilliant and poetic.
I ditto Mr. Kendall F. Person, it is brilliant. It it drew me in and made me think of the house I grew up in. All the memories, the births, the deaths, laughter , tears and pain. We that are truly alive know that we are haunted everyday in our lives. Great post Charly 🙂
Some times I resort to what I think(and don´t tell me otherwise) deep, some what poetic serious writing. Thanks for reading.
You´re reading too much of my stuff, are you sure I´m not giving you migraines?
Forgot.
Mr. Kendall F. Person is a great guy, with all the followers he has and his work, he always has the time to drop by my blog or send me an e-mail. Funny thing, the last e-mail I received from him was titled “Where the fuck have you been?” Since I´ve been out of the internet 3-4 months living crazy and then at the hospital. Sort off got me scared since he never curses. I told him so and also to never curse again. He just laughed. It would be my guess since I can´t see him.