When the one you loved so much, your soulmate dies, strange things start to happen to you, things that you don't notice right away; The hologram that their influence and endless love built around you turns inside-out; the bulk of it shrinks down and transforms into one of those super-dense singularities. Their belongings start to feel impersonal and oddly distant; Reminiscent of a strangers bags, just unnoticeably sitting there, packed for the departure. All the love and caring is suddenly siphoned out, gone.
When the one you loved so much leaves their existence behind, the void they leave fills with a surreal grace, when viewed from the novelty of their absence. Heartbreaking coldness accompanies this second ownerless half-life. When you try to reach out, your own fingers get burned, frostbitten. Eventually the suffering sensation travels inward from the extremities, making a slow ascent toward the heart while crystallizing everything along the way, merging it all into lovely, singular geometries; as one cell after another is enveloped until the central core becomes an immobilized artifact in the frozen wasteland, unable to die.
A frozen cryosurgical intervention of stained glass and ruby veins, suspended in frozen calciferous walls. Other people do not notice the changes or see anything odd, not unless you touch them or they accidentally brush up against you. Than they feel the penetrating cold radiating outward in bitter waves. Drawing their clothing more tightly about them, they search for the signatures of frost,wondering if winter came early this year.
When the one you loved so much leaves their existence behind, the void they leave fills with a surreal grace, when viewed from the novelty of their absence. Heartbreaking coldness accompanies this second ownerless half-life. When you try to reach out, your own fingers get burned, frostbitten. Eventually the suffering sensation travels inward from the extremities, making a slow ascent toward the heart while crystallizing everything along the way, merging it all into lovely, singular geometries; as one cell after another is enveloped until the central core becomes an immobilized artifact in the frozen wasteland, unable to die.
A frozen cryosurgical intervention of stained glass and ruby veins, suspended in frozen calciferous walls. Other people do not notice the changes or see anything odd, not unless you touch them or they accidentally brush up against you. Than they feel the penetrating cold radiating outward in bitter waves. Drawing their clothing more tightly about them, they search for the signatures of frost,wondering if winter came early this year.
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