To lose is a pain that weighs so heavy and concentrated as if it were balancing on a thread, painfully attached from my heart to my soul, slowly increasing excruciatingly under the heightened pain of without. How my heart hurts and my soul stares out the windows of of this place and watches, wondering why the world goes on by so effortlessly. In effort, I lie still here, curled up and unable to move while it stares, waiting for something to happen.
If i dont seek it, I’ll never lose it and never will I endure such pain.