The shock. When you lose precious stone, all hell breaks loose.

And the war spoils, bittersweet melons crashing on the mind field.

"But I want to see you, again."

Incompatible desires. 

Life expired, out of stock, satay broth. 

Wounds licking, scratching.

I am left alone, last at daycare to get picked up.
Sad puddle, self-cuddle.
And the irrational anger, how can I even channel?
Everyone can be fucked, yet I feel not koodo.

It is just so unfair. Those reasons that I do not understand abound. Surely, in the vastness of this universe, some conclusion can be reached, divinity, breached. So why is life being a cult, difficult? 

Truthfully, just want to hold onto pasta, frozen. 

Just want to lone, floating about.

At the end of all, I can only be mad at myself. For not cherishing you that much more. For not forgiving you in times of conflicts. For not expressing love reserved only for you. Now it is all too late. Goddamn. These memories of yours, will haunt me, til last breeze.

Inconsolable...

To karma:
Healing is a bigger bitch.

And mind if I entrusted you with a truthful lie?
⇉ I will never love again.

But if we met again in the subsequence, let's fall in the abyss once more. 

This time, uninterrupted, uncompromised.