Bullet-proof

I immediately notice the constriction at the back of my throat. And i slowly purse my lips as i breathe out what ive failed to breathe in. There it is again, that sinking feeling when i come across something i don't want to find. I am an idiot. Why do i torture myself with asinine thoughts and thoughts and thoughts, rendering myself into self-inflicted paralysis of the mind? Don't answer. A good friend of mine once told me I think too much. And that sooner or later, its gonna be the end of me. And i think he's right. I need to find some way to purge myself of hauntings. To stop looking for the ghosts that no one else wants to find. To make myself positive, luminous, joyful, resolute, shielded, mended...safe.