the Purgatory of a Broken Heart

Fall into the abysmal depths

For the lovers ❤️ 💕 💗

If I could turn back the hands of time, I would place my energy where it most needed to be.

I wouldn’t waste so much time trying to seal the deal with a structure so flimsy.

But it’s okay, thank Goddess. I still have so much to grateful for.

Patterns that habitually rearrange and reemerge without authorship. Sometimes it seemmore like force and coercion.

With a sense ok

A lack of vitality is the norm and spiritless individuals roam… where can we call home?

For me, our metaphors feel natural, even intimate. Psychological metaphors are how I signal confidence without collapse.

Many may enjoy the glow of the fire, without being able to tolerate the gravity.

Back up from the fire, if you don’t want to get burned.