There’s a ghost in me who wants to say I’m sorry, doesn’t mean I’m sorry “If I die at this stadium,” I say, “I want the ball that did me in buried alongside me.” Clocks There is a pain digging through me. It’s only a matter of time before whatever it is surfaces and I face the consequences of its existence. I was angry to tears. Of all the ways to express emotions, the only one that comes to me naturally is tears. Tears of happiness. Tears of crushing depression. Most of all, tears of anger. Pin me up against the wall and take away my sense of control, you will push me to this zone of helplessness. I could feel the tears welling…