the Purgatory of a Broken Heart

Fall into the abysmal depths

Never enter a dynamic that hasn’t earned its footing.

Sometimes, no reply is the cleanest boundary.

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?

Mutual recognition of dysregulation should not be mistaken for intimacy.

Two mirrors reflect back infinity.

Nothing essential was lost, only misallocated. 🌊🌞