the Purgatory of a Broken Heart

Fall into the abysmal depths

When you become more human, not less, anything less is an offense. ❤️‍🩹💔

After decades of chronic instrumentalization, you begin to experience a unique type of grief.

Does anyone see me?

Or do they just see through me?

As the walls slowly, cave in, you begin to envision every open loop meeting at this central point, to create this centralized pressure.

I respect our authority, but you can’t command me in this here hierarchy. ☀️

I love the cutesie ish, up to a point. —>

Once I’m past that point, I’m as cynical as it gets.