the Purgatory of a Broken Heart

Fall into the abysmal depths

On memory, fantasy, and the body’s refusal to stay in time.

Not warmth, but compliance.
Not harmony, but smooth erasure.

A practiced ease that asks nothing back,
that reflects what is wanted
until the wanting forgets itself.

Courteous anesthesia.
A social smile pressed flat against the glass,
polite enough to disappear inside it

The mirror is not good or bad, it’s simply neutral.

No harm in staying for bit, or being flattered by the reflection. But you don’t stay there. You don’t live in it and let it consume you.

Remember the difference between the puppet and the puppeteer.

Self-coherence does not chase recognition.

It breeds boundaries that are assertive, without being hostile.

Differentiating between autonomy and aggression.

It holds. Quietly.