the Purgatory of a Broken Heart

Fall into the abysmal depths

… at the level of repetition, taking in and repeating, while gaining no insight, no metabolizing, no integration.

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

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

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

I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.

My spirit couldn’t stomach it any longer.

The biodome of authenticity condemns you.

Once you step inside, it skews your view.