the Purgatory of a Broken Heart

Fall into the abysmal depths

Many things may move you.

But what would it take to uproot you?

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.

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?

Give yourself the respect that you would give to the person who love the most, to the person you respect the most.

You deserve that. ❤️🫶🏾

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?