May 20, 2025
Laughing at Ghosts
they speak of horror with a grin stitched too wide, retelling tragedy like it’s a bedtime story no one should’ve heard.
laughter fills the space where silence might drown them, a nervous reflex, not disrespect— just survival in disguise.
their words dance on graves, not to mock the dead, but to keep the shadows from dragging them under.
people call it twisted. cold. wrong.
but no one ever asks why someone laughs in the presence of ghosts— maybe it’s the only sound that makes them feel alive.
