the Purgatory of a Broken Heart

Fall into the abysmal depths

A transient collapse of perceptual rendering and subject/ object orientation under sensory overload.

For the lovers ❤️ 💕 💗

A shade nocturnal in the midnight court.

Obsidian chains making sinister music as the procession approaches from the rear.

After issuing countless condemnations, she grows bored.

Finally, her eyes gently close as she drifts into picturesque reverie.

Round and round we spin.

So yes.
If we spiral
We do it beautifully
On purpose
And we land on our feet.

This is not collapse.
It is a controlled rotation.

I light this black candle 🕯️
not to ask,
not to demand,
not to move fate
but to ground myself in truth and presence. 🌙

Let this flame anchor me. 🔥
Let my feet be heavy on the earth.

Asé