I'd like you here
but I can't think straight anymore.

Again,
Catastrophe.
I am so glad I've come this far,
by myself through these vicissitudes.
I assumed I was holding on to some thing tangible.
Then again, then again, as always, the usual.
Assumptions stay as assumptions, plain, makeshift.
No concrete evidence.
No one can question this veracity.
Not bad Joanne, not bad.
Every one's so proud of you.
Except now, be more sagacious.
Now we know, forever is nothing but the perception of the mind.
Eternity holds the same fate.
Vanquish all your emotions,
they are as hollow as vacuum,
a storm in the cup.


If I keep dwelling on this,
I'm gonna die. Of heartwreck, heartbreak, heart guilt, heart shit.
Which I think I will.

Explode.

& if I assume more,
I'll disappear.
Then pray I don't return, so I'll never see you again.
Ever again.
Ever ever again.