the Purgatory of a Broken Heart

Fall into the abysmal depths

Unlocking pattern recognition, telling me preemptively what this will be.

Yet, I cannot resist the pull. The observer and the observed splitting the moment.

What does it mean?

A story told one thousand times. Devastation, destruction, rebirth and renewal.

From the ashes, rises the phoenix. 🐦‍🔥

The mind takes the reins at the most critical points to avoid overload. Thank Goddess! 🙏🏾❤️

Is it grandiose if it is simply, true?

I’m just lingering here, wondering what’s next?