the Purgatory of a Broken Heart

Fall into the abysmal depths

I sit back and observe, tracking the pattern, before I act.

I don’t react. I step into the reality that I manifest myself.

Without one word spoken.

Unlocking pattern recognition, telling me preemptively what this will be.

Yet, I cannot resist the pull. The observer and the observed splitting the moment.

What does it mean?

Water it down for me, please 🙏🏾 they beg urgently.

Tone it down. Not trying to drown in your emotions.

Catapulted into a future already seen. Nothing is surprising, anymore.

I am certain I have seen this before. 👁️

Stop ignoring your intuition, you are born with it as a gift. Don’t let society program you into latency.