It’s been a while since I wrote you letters. I hope you’re well despite your hectic schedule. I still wish you’d eat better.
You know it’s funny how when you close one chapter in your life, another reveals itself like an endless game of whack-a-mole?
For years I tried to warn everyone about the monsters in the closet, holding down the door for years and all it takes one fucker to come by and say, “hey it’s okay, no one is trying to hurt you”.
No one is trying to hurt you.
What a noble thought.
I left the closet unattended because I believed him. That maybe I could let my hair down and finally be free. Maybe there is salvation for the things I left behind. Then the hinge came loose.
But he still doesn’t know why I keep everyone out.
There are no monsters in the closet. The monster was guarding the door all along.