Learning how to get around a new city wasn’t new to me at all. I grew up in one of the world’s most famous cities. I was used to it all, but I wanted this one all to myself. After all I had two of my ghost accompanying me. The others refused to leave home with me.
So I packed my bags and went on the adventure that many coward away from, or hold out from taking until a more profitable time. No I decided it was time and finally I had found a way out.
I thought that it was a brave thing to do and when I told Bill about my move he said, really, are you serious? He gave me a scowling look that made me question my person. Why did he do that to me? I’ve always wondered since and I have always wanted to ask him why.
When I think of the world, I think of all of the worlds in it: living, breathing and more importantly thinking of things, places, sounds, smells and taste. I love the world of the living and I have always promised to never give it up until the guide to the other side found me. So I went on my way. Mar, my sister brought me to the airport where she said, Licy I don’t want to see you again with wrinkles. She kisses my forehead goodbye, which made me cry.
I had a Banjo and a suit case in my hand and when I turned, my heart was immortalised into a pillar of salt, because I saw her face looking at me as if she too wanted to take this journey with me.
I would have exchanged a ghost for her if I could have, but I knew that once I got to this new city, I would have to find a way to lose them.
The city paved in history:
I came flying high in the spirit of my own holy ghost.
Mar my sister, I love her so much. If I could I would my dear. It would be all about you and the loving arms that we went through.
My heart was greater than a ship or a raging sea. My mind was only as far as I could take it.
Well I had my two ghosts. I had home to see me through. I had an Indian head penny, a Buffalo head nickel, but my heart was spiralling still. There I was a tiny person amongst my silence in another city waiting to take hold of the light.
I was better off at home, than living in this city on my own. But Delia often came to me when I was dreaming. She kissed my forehead and wiped my fever away in the same manner as when my sister kissed me forehead. And as she would wipe my forehead she would often tell me to remember where I came from. She would say, don’t lie so that you don’t go blind. But if you do lie then remember why. It doesn’t mean that you’re bad either and if you prove your innocence people will forgive you.
So I always went off during the dawn with my dreams of Delia, and in the spirit of my own holy ghost I could see her in a corner praising my existence.
