I believed in ghosts Who haunt and taunt Their muffled Midnight meanderings Claps and taps Echo in other rooms
I once saw spectral spirits Pass through a bedroom wall When young But now I suffer Poor night vision And I only See shadows Gliding, hiding On obscured walls
If I could talkĀ With the dead Would I listen? More than I speak? Are you friend or foe? What is it you seek?
I donāt talk With the dead We visit instead In dreams Reliving good times Rewriting the bad.
My ghosts Are my friends.
I used to be afraid Of ghosts But now I know They are not foes But rather friends And I look forward To our midnight adventures Celebrating the good Repairing the bad.
Words are all I have; please give them life by sharing.
Hey there! I'm K.L. McDaniel, an introverted extrovert who's into fitness with a bit of a twist and always shuffling through life's organized clutter. Here at TheOtherKLM, I dive into everything that makes us tickāfrom the quiet corners of introverted minds to the sweat and joy of staying active, all while keeping our mental game strong.
I'm all about contradictions that somehow make perfect sense. Think of me as your go-to for exploring how to learn endlessly, live healthily, and think deeply, all without losing our collective minds. It's not just about fitness or learning; it's about finding balance in the chaos and connecting in the most unexpected ways.
So, if you're into making sense of life's beautiful mess with me, stick around. We're in for a journey of learning, laughing, and maybe a bit of dancing... metaphorically speaking, of course.
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