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.

Is it grandiose if it is simply, true?

The confidence of pure surety is something to behold.

I’ve seen it so many times and I hate to hate, but I am annoyed by the unreal.

Who are you virtue signalling for?

The pattern master strikes again. Without fail, mapping patterns in the unseen realm. 🍄