How do you mend a broken heart when a broken heart can't be mended? Do you breathe erratically or simply try to understand what is happening?
Is the inevitable evitable or is the current just? With shades of purple and blue you realize that the inner being is surging with a resounding beckoning of what is to be.
The outer being Copes will just cause knowing that fate is now at Play. With each day that draws nigh and nights that are so long, bewildering thoughts will grow upon the heart leaving chaos and confusion. Rest assured nothing lasts forever but with a broken heart when will it end?