Haunted and happy

It continues to chase, like a relentless hunter in pursuit of its prey. Ever seeking, ever stalking. My neck tingles with that feeling you get, you know the one, when something is there, yet isn’t. When something is happening, but stillness remains. The mind ticks and ticks, drips like an old sink never fixed. Not noticed until it is, then it can’t be unheard. It grows louder still, while the quiet persists. How can the world go on as normal when it seems all is crashing? Then sweetness bursts into the room, warm and bubbly, full of smiles “play with me grandma!” All is joy and songs again…