I feel like a ghost.

I have no purpose in life.

I just sat there on my bed for an hour, then I showered.

After collapsing tears after several occasions, I just stopped making any noise.

I wandered through the hallways, then sat on the couch and looked out the window. The lights ourside were mocking me of my naive trust.

The lights would blink and me and go in and off again, as if taunting me to try and understand their rhythm, their unseen pattern.

Then I drift again onto my bed after staring at the light switch for a while and wonder why I was there. I sit, and sit, and sit. The endless sitting seemed to take no toll on me. Then when I looked up it was dawn.

What would a day be without the sun?
Where could the Moon go when the Earth was gone?



Then I realised what they meant by heartbreak.
Your heart throbs, you try to do what you have to.
Then you feel it, the piercing pain in your chest that you cannot seem to control.
The searing cut that leaves you tremoring with your arms around your knees in your bathtub.
The silent scream that you cannot voice.
You try to pick yourself up again.
Then you fall.
Then you get up again.
Everything is suddenly ok again, normal at least.

Then you feel this dull ache in your chest.

This is called heartbreak.

Finally you pick yourself up one last time.
You realise there is no pain anymore, just a stone-cold heart.