There's fine line between
Guilt -
And anger
Sometimes we're so infatuated with hate
We turn it into guilt
Because even though we're so close
Its not really hate
Its grievance.
The only reason you can miss someone is because you let them go.
If they died, you can choose to not accept it and then there is no one to miss.
If they moved away you can choose to pretend they're still here and then there is no one to miss
Those are said to be the weak decisions but maybe they are in fact smart. It saves the pain? Isn't that what we try to avoid.
And loss creates a greater wound than any machine ever could.
If someone leaves you...
Theres the choice to delude your brain -
They never existed
Theres the choice to delude your sex-
Someone else
But how do you pull a fathom on your heart? The true nucleus.
And thats where you have to feel pain.
Something unknown but to a collective few
The heart controls all else
If its starving, then everything's dying.
