4.5.25

Mauna






In this epilogue,
I just wish you lived your life better.
Finer than the assumption you throw at the table and make it a norm, 
Well done, like the clash story of your coin of empty sympathy, 
Perfect, like all eyes with fake eyelashes you caught under the purple and blue lasers.

Creating self-sabotage from you and ending in self-loathing for me. 
as a comparison is a thief of joy. 
 
Maybe feel empty, fill in: from your point of view.  
Well, I just hold what I'm supposed to hold. 

almost no words and sentences,
virtually no reaction to the chains of hurting actions you've made, 
almost whispering,

Even my energy drained, spinning on the pile of dirty laundry.


a prayer,
never stop.

 
What you do, what you did, and what you'll do 
I wish you well.