And then..., as the heart breaks..., Words, Millions of words flood throughout me. They drown me and make me float. Like a buoy anchored with a too short rope under the waves of all my emotions. There, inside of all the introspection. Inside that circle of flaming pyres that burn themselves to ash that turn themselves to sand at the bottom of a bottomless ocean.
I stare. Looking. Learning. Feeling. Trying as I do to understand it all and make sense of it.
The way it splinters and cracks. They way it splits apart into it's million shattered pieces. I place it all under the microscope. One fragment at a time.
All within the exhaustion of the tragedy. All within the cloak of shattered glass that adorns me. All within the science of everything unproven as real or truly defined. All within the remnants of the shards of a heart that lay broken upon the floor of my soul...
It's such a lousy course to major in. Here I am with my worthless PHD. A useless Doctorate of Depression
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