the Purgatory of a Broken Heart

Fall into the abysmal depths

Good things come to those who wait. 🍄

Moving from an external locus of control, to an internal locus of control, that is where you’ll find your center.

You’ve heard the saying, but don’t abuse it, or misuse it, understand subjectively it’s whatever you make it. 🌞

When everything has already been said, and metabolized, the body doesn’t brace any longer, there is no pull forward.

Only neutrality remains . But the body remembers, what the mind forgets.

Not warmth, but compliance.
Not harmony, but smooth erasure.

A practiced ease that asks nothing back,
that reflects what is wanted
until the wanting forgets itself.

Courteous anesthesia.
A social smile pressed flat against the glass,
polite enough to disappear inside it