The ghost was here again. It has left it's trail again...Every single day, I am trying hard to convince myself its just there due to it's past memory of what used to be. I am hoping that as time passes by, the frequency of it's visit reduces. Always lingering around me, I do not fathom what it still wants, nor do I want to know why it still does what it does. It just something that used to lived a life and now it's ghosting back it's usual life. Each and everyday I tell myself, it's nothing more than a phantom of memory. It has no feelings and it no longer does it's purpose anymore. Although there is the urge in me to get answer for my own curiosity, and out of this urge I do feel like commuting with it, but I know, the truth is not for me, I know I should not know the truth. Lest I know, lest I care, lest I suffer.