There exists other worlds that overlap with our own. When the time is right the divisions between our world and others can stretch incredibly thin.
As light flickers in the dark without notice, ghosts and memories of the the year prepare to leave our world. The dark season carving the heaven with icy talons as we swing further from the sun.
Tonight everyone is lifting their spirits with merriment and celebration. The wishes of so many people to unburden themselves at once punches such an opening.
Failures, losses, change of plans, misfortune- these feelings cling to us like a psychic stink. If you take the chance tonight to join in laughter and mirth, among friends in colorful garments and festoons, you might notice yourself feeling lighter.
Your burdens departing to make room for the next to follow and haunt your mind. For some this is quite welcome. For others it isn't so simple...

A jealous spirit stampedes through the current of ghosts on their egress. Smells of malice, regret, fear, shame, despair, sorrow and more run together.
Every thought that those merry masses wish to put out of mind if only for a night.
At last the creature lunges up from all fours and seizes upon one of these ethereal lights from it's eager drift into the unknown. The rancor in it's grip merciless, leaving no escape to chance.

"Ah-ah-ah! Not yet. A curse this strong only comes around once in a lifetime. More likely to catch lightning in a bottle. I'm not about to just it let slip through my claws. We still have work to do..."

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Happy Halloween! This may be the first ever adjacent-halloween picture I've ever done near the day, let alone prepared for the day I think- ever? I'm quite happy to have such luck. This feeling has been burning me up for quite some time. It was something I really wanted to get out of my head.
Most things in life I have no trouble letting go. It can be kind of a problem in it's own regard. It's in my nature to let the nasty feelings that come from me go to live a life without my conscious dragging me down.
This, however, I refuse. It's been a year of grieving, and at first I was scared "oh god what will I do? What bullshit am I going to drag someone through?" but as the sense of time really sets in- I can say with my whole chest there is no such danger in me.
It hurts to hold onto this bond, especially when I must do it alone. Hate's just another face to love, and I know that indifference and acceptance is the path to peace.
There has not been a day in my life yet where I do not feel the void of someone I trusted so completely. My soul got twisted up with another person like I never knew it could be. It was like meeting my doppelganger in so many ways. Even as I try to let go, I find myself comparing others to them anyway.
I've sought counsel, I've meditated, I've cried my eyes out, I've conspired without action, I've gone on nearly a dozen dates, and I feel as though these efforts have not been worthless or failures. The goal has always been in finding my own path and going on it. Without someone who means the world to me.
I cannot ever be connected to them again. Yet the impact they had on me as a person cannot be overstated. So instead of replacing them (difficult) or forgetting them (impossible) I'll do something else with the cavity the absence of their love has left behind, and I'll embrace it.
The kind of malice and curse that can only come from the most genuine of love. From someone who made me feel seen and loved every bit as much as I loved them. Our idiosyncrasies, our tastes, our affections, our dreams. One by one they came together and drove us to be better people than we ever were apart.
I cannot give them the support and encouragement and adoration and love that I once did. Nor will I know theirs. Instead, I will commit to loving who I am and chase my goals with every last bit of myself. All the love I once had for them, is now mine. Every last bit of love they gave me- I can match, and then some.
This fire has been fueling me to run longer, work out harder, sharpen the axe of my skills and hobbies, and I've already gotten so far fueled by this spite since I let it begin. I've lost over a hundred pounds this year and I'm encroaching on my goals, running a constant 6 miles in an hour. My art's never been better. My health and appearance have never been sharper.

The best revenge is living well, and I'll make them see-- I'll make you all see. I don't need you to reach my best life. Not even stabbing me in the back will change that I loved you, with all my heart. That I don't want to see you hurt.
I want you to EAT MY DUST!!!