Alone Again Naturally

And... it's over.

Three months and single again.

No time-outs. No breaks for space. Just a clean cut. Almost like it never happened.

I feel numb. But it's easier this way. I may feel hellish in the mourning. Not to say I feel particularly great right now.

There is an anxiety inherent in trying to keep something alive. Something you care about.

But once it's dead... it's dead.

It's cold. And there are twitches of pain to be felt. But what the fuck are you gonna do? It's just a fucking corpse now.