Spent the whole afternoon thinking, pining, missing. Willing myself to no avail to stop this burning ache fueled by an incessant bout of wishful thinking.
None of this makes sense. All I can do is just stare at the offline status, and think some more. Like nursing an open wound, I went from racing thoughts of what-ifs to silent gasps of agony. There are so many things I want to tell you, scripted and rehearsed countless times in my head. But I can't. So it's all input and conjecture now; no output, no logic, no aim. The mind races forward....
Right now it's just numb. Maybe the mind has finally short-circuited. Or just suspended in a temporary state of vacuum until it connects itself with the next wave of input and sensory overload.
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