the Purgatory of a Broken Heart

Fall into the abysmal depths

No chaotic crash landings lately. Thank goddess 🙏🏾 because we are tired.

Don’t tailgate. That’s rude.

Get off my bum. 🙏🏾

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?

Nothing essential was lost, only misallocated. 🌊🌞