The tranquil evening we met burns lucid still, quite apprehending.
Now It’s as though you have disintegrated, like the stars bleached and diminished away by the burnished morrow.
Once where incessant Tears collected, now desiccated.
Until we are acquainted again, the lucid consciousness of you burns fathomless.
There was once such a time that I was composed, unaware of the burdens in my life. Once so delicate and beautiful, now a burden to my own self.
It’s no wonder we are separated, my actions have done me wrong.
We have taught ourselves to be aware of consequences, I have prepared myself for this. It’s as if my lungs are swollen, punctured and bruised. To breathe is a consequence it seems it’s self. Perhaps I am meant to wallow and wither, bury myself in this darkness for some time. Then again, perhaps this is a lesson.
In every consequence we encounter comes a lesson in which we must learn in order to find closure. Could this be the start of a painful closure? or am I merely wallowing in a lesson yet to be learned?
I am without you now.
My eyes burn while tears collect on my cheek-bones like rain-drops on a windowpane. Like rain, they will dry themselves and diminish.
But without you, I am paying the consequences.
My momentum is faltering.
My knowledge on certain corporeality has misled me once again.
What I do know for certain is that I am jaded only by my intrinsic and withal to misleading conceptions.
I am elusive. And though It appears to myself that I had known I had diminished for quite some time, I had not diminished at all; I had simply taught myself to loath away rather than acknowledging the organ that has once caused my veins to bleed, my pupils to dilate and my throat to swell with sorrow. It was then I was aware My heart, the venue to the sorrows once deceased were only relinquished.
My intellect has not depleted.
There are a multitude of unbearable contemplations meandering through
my mind, my thoughts. It is quite unfathomable to comprehend momentarily, but I insist on persisting to fathom each of these oppressive ponders.
That said, I have insisted on acquainting my distraught perspicacity to my
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