the Purgatory of a Broken Heart

Fall into the abysmal depths

Tales were told of the one who would bring the fire. 🔥

Only then, would everything be returned to equilibrium.

Uncanny the way it sounds real, looks real, feels real, but it is not real. Phantasmagoria galore.

Please, no more.

Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do, or don’t. Either way, survival mode does not ask for permission, it demands presence.

And you submit and obey.

Oooof.

It isn’t right to beat a dead horse..

Yet, sometimes you just can’t resist.

Patterns that habitually rearrange and reemerge without authorship. Sometimes it seemmore like force and coercion.

With a sense ok