Little did I expect things to happen so soon. How pathetic of me and sad. As soon as I reached out the sun after the rain I knew something grew amiss. It isn’t working out the way it was supposed to. Notwithstanding the complete effect of my own slipups I pushed through and pretended nothing happened to no avail. Maybe this awkward letting go will eventually dissipate in time but as of today might as well shrink into a flower, wallflower, reminding me again how much I hate fucking flowers just recently. But that’s an entirely different scenario on its own.
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.