Ghost 19

by Simone St. James

What makes an artist, after all? Some kind of passion, some kind of spiritual soulfulness I didn’t own?

It is a bleak moment indeed when you realize that you don’t actually like yourself—that you’re the kind of person you wouldn’t want to be friends with. That you don’t know how you came to be that person, and you don’t know what to do about it.

I’m difficult, I’m mad, and I can’t leave this house,