Blankness

Heartache and heartbreak are two entirely different emotions and words. Both spurned by a number of diverse reasons. Now it's the latter.

It's such an odd physical feeling of fully enabling the decision to really giving up. I think it's because I never give up until it's absolutely necessary and extreme. So this doesn't happen too often for me. And fool is the word that keeps resonating in my ears.
It's like something died within you. And your insides have just stopped mechanically revolving. Time inside has stopped and everything is slow and numb. The expansive universe which you hold contained in your body, it's like it has just disappeared without warning or trace.
Rebuilding will slowly seep through, but recovery is going to take a while.
Call me crazy, but how can you really know yourself if you don't fully let yourself feel every goddamned emotion your body produces?
Now for a major influx of personal favorites that lift you out of the day.