In the midst of a deep existential detachment I suddenly felt a bit of a pang this evening.
It’s funny how this can happen.
It’s as if a sharp knife found its way into me, and was, momentarily, working to make its way out.
A deep breath and a mental shake managed to wipe away all traces of emotion.
I find that it’s best this way.
Reserved and without cloying desire.
Life is much simpler when you manage to extract yourself from the mortal coil.
Allow the rational to lead and your hot glue gunned heart won’t hurt.
It’s really quite simple.
Or is it?