On days like today, I am reminded of the series of broken hearts from a string of insincere promises that you seem to habitually make. A string that keeps getting longer as it drags with it a box of brightly lit hopes and dreams. Will this special box one day disappear? One day when the string becomes much too long and the box is left unnoticed tied pathetically to that little piece of string.
And with its disappearance, will I lose all sense of feelings and attachment as well? Too often a time I have wondered; do I look forward to that day I finally rid myself of these stupid heartaches or do I dread the day I come to a point of this irrational desire for numbness.
I no longer know who I am.
Or what is it I really want.
Hello there my little treasure box, why does your glow seem so much dimmer tonight? How did he douse your happy flames this time?
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