The Loop

by Jeremy Robert Johnson

Then, as she had learned to do as a child, she became a ghost and wandered among the living.

When you’re a kid, that’s when you feel everything so much. Everything counts. Everything is as intense as it will ever be. Now, with this adult bullshit, it’s all so repetitive that a year disappears in a blink. It’s like I only half feel any day that I live, even the great ones.