This is actually just a premonition still but I get the feeling my days in class are over. For good. Finally. I get to breathe in steadily and fine. Summer workshop kept in touch with me earlier today and it feels mighty good to have a dose of familiar soup with them soul poetics. 'Tis a day of celebration! But methinks mesad still. Memories are a wicked.
Dark, darker, darkest, there is no difference. All hurts the same. Pain, everlasting, lingering. Pain, day and night. The hours are uncertain. Anything can happen now. Thinking about it hurts. Truth is unreliable. The romance is dead. My heart, it is lost. Unrecoverable, hateful, distrusting. Wishful, perhaps, but I have lost everything before and survived still. This one was special. So special. Embittered, the tip of my tongue tastes. The flavour of my life. Cuisine of kitchens unwanted. It burns, to the heart. I do not understand. I do not understand.