Over the weekend

I was at a Halloween party.

The crew was a colorful cast of decked out costumes and wigs and even a cape or two.

It came to a midnight point in the night where one person engaged us all with a great tradition of burning a something n a piece of paper. Because it was Halloween and the line between good/ evil, alive/ dead was terribly thin, this was the time to expound on this blurred line.

The moon was waning, so, the entrepreneur said, we shall write something we want to get rid of and burn this unneeded trait away.

I held that pencil in my hand and was so close to scribbling “insecurities”

But my hand, just like Thing, had a mind of it’s own

It wrote, “Doubts.”

I stuck with it, after all, it seemed it was what I definitelty wanted to rid myself of.

With concerned curiosity I questioned two other poeple what their writen refutes were.

Their responses,

“Doubt” and “Self-doubt”

The collective decrees of negations we so often remind ourselves of, needed to be eradicated

Burned away by the light of the waning Halloween 2015 moon.

It’s funny how it inflicts us all.

Perhaps negating this negation of doubt is indeed formulating a positive.

An aura of smoke from the embers of the gone… went

And took it were the things removed from each of us.