Zombies and Ghosts

If i’m not careful, I split in half.

My mind floats away from my body. A ghost and a zombie.

The ghost haunts the people I love and the people I hate. It watches their highlight reels and collects resentments. It tries to possess other bodies.

The zombie is simpler; it consumes anything within sight. It does not discriminate.

I’m feeling especially anxious now, and my stomach hurts. I do believe it is the cheese and yogurt.

I can hear the baristas downstairs talking about the different pastries they baked fresh this morning. I would love a pastry to calm my nerves. However I wouldn’t like it without coffee and coffee will make me more anxious, both will increase my stomach pain, and this train of thoughts arrives at the recognition that it is not a pastry that I want but a very specific comfort that I once found unexpectedly in a coffee and a pastry experience.

These specific comforts cannot be chased, they must be happened upon.

Such a chase would never end. I cannot be a chaser of rushes.  A hedonist.  A flesh-seeker.

The reason I am anxious is because I have fallen behind in life experiences and am inferior to my friends. The specifics are hazy, but my mind has gone off to collect evidence.

With the ghost gone, the zombie is free to roam among the pastries.