the Purgatory of a Broken Heart

Fall into the abysmal depths

When you touch grass, how do you embody that?

How do you make the most of every moment and every second of every day in nature.

Naturally, we lavish in its beauty and we shall not do this at a break neck speed.

You can know it was final.
You can know why it ended.
You can feel clear about .incompatibilities and timing.

And the heart still says: I miss her 😰.

Could it be that you were just a mirror, reflecting back at me? Was our connection state dependent? Did you feel my warmth? Or was it just a reverie?