Happy Friday! | Simptastic!
Closure means writing a long-form essay again. Here's a piece of the current draft.
The impression you leave is sharp, serrated. I run my fingers on what the blade of you left for me. I don't hate you, but sometimes, I feel ashamed of myself for ever believing you would hold me. Sometimes, I feel pity for you only being able to hold yourself and your shining ghosts. I don't think you…