By ripping it out of my life and trying to figure out what was missing.
dont judge me, but feel me, it’s an experience that rides like an eternal train into distant horizons.
Right??
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It’s an experience that rides like an eternal train into distant horizons. . .
. . . and reaches the end of the line? -or-
. . . at which it never arrives? -or-
. . . and finds its destination?
Reaches its destination, with emotional value and such..
I left that blank because there is nothing physical to itself to.
The rails continue just over the edge of a cliff and there’s no bumper.
Yeah
Ripping love out of my life is pretty much what I’ve been doing for the past few years. It doesn’t feel like a train at all. Instead it feels like sitting still in a peaceful, gnawing emptiness.
Dangerous stuff. Goodness only knows how such a thing should be treated and how you should treat yourself and others. Not even I know that, and I act like I know everything haha