25 October 2012

A note to self.

Oh look another sappy ass post, six o-clock.

This is involuntary,
It waltzes in unannounced; catching me off off guard.

This is conquer,
every alcove under it's reign; defenseless.

This is a void,
sheer destitution; incapable of being a whole.

This is yearning,
interminable; though not palpable from the other side.

This is uncontrollable,
irrepressible; completely out of my hands.

It was free fall,
affixed on the illusion; utterly neglecting reality.

This is ephemeral,
transient at best; though it's intensity sky-rocketed.

And most importantly,
This is not a reason for you to crawl back.

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