the living dead.

i feel like a hamster on a wheel.

my.

mind.

will.

not.

stop.

the closet of my mind is so dusty.

i think the lightbulb need changing.

i wonder why i haven't done that yet?

ah yes.

i remember.

the skeletons.

there are many.

they are ugly.

they are decaying.

i'm hiding them.

if you see them maybe you will think less of me?

if you know where they come from, will you want one too?

were do i even dispose of them?

i tried moving one once and it was so weighty.

so, so heavy.

that's what the closet is for.

i'm hiding.

problem is, i could use the space.

what is true freedom?

i.

want.

to.

be.

able.

to.

forgive.

myself.

i.

want.

to.

see.

beyond.

the.

shame.

i.

want.

to.

understand.

i.

want.

to.

be.

free.