Today is a portal day—
a day to close cycles,
to remember,
to say enough.
And who messages me?
You.
Like confirmation
from the universe.
I saw the photos online—
you with her,
traveling,
smiling.
But always behind sunglasses,
so no one notices
how bored you are.
My sister says
she’s just a filler,
a stand-in.
There’s no glow in your eyes.
All that’s left
is to laugh at the scene,
because deep down,
it feels almost comical.
So I wish you happiness—
though my heart is stormy,
angry, torn.
If I wish you harm,
I create bad karma.
So—
many felicities.
Sep 29, 2025
Sep 29, 2025 at 7:33 AM UTC
Today is a portal day—
a day to close cycles,
to remember,
to say enough.
And who messages me?
You.
Like confirmation
from the universe.
I saw the photos online—
you with her,
traveling,
smiling.
But always behind sunglasses,
so no one notices
how bored you are.
My sister says
she’s just a filler,
a stand-in.
There’s no glow in your eyes.
All that’s left
is to laugh at the scene,
because deep down,
it feels almost comical.
So I wish you happiness—
though my heart is stormy,
angry, torn.
If I wish you harm,
I create bad karma.
So—
many felicities.
