When I Die

will i meet the truth?

will she be curating a hallway, lining the walls with her exhibits

for a mea culpa?

my dream is to be hopeless

“I want an answer.”

“There never will be.”

we want it, the ending

to be so simple

to be walking with Truth

the finding out

What you always “knew”

to live with nothing, the nightmare

simply, Death. right under your feet, Alive being an illusion trying to find Truth in a hallway