Whispered Wanderings

Closure’s a myth,
an illusion.
A drunken wish on a
moonlit night,
for something that doesn’t
exist; that never existed
at all, except in your own
imagination. Grab onto
the strength of your will
with both hands, now
and hold on tight –
it’s gonna be a wild ride
through anger and shame and
a bit of self-hatred too:
before you reach the
purposeful land
of no longer giving a shit.
Welcome.

klm
6/12/24