heartbreak feels like nothing once its passed. just faint memory of pain, and it somehow looks beautiful, sounds beautiful just like violin strings being violently caressed. i know that the tears werent beautiful as they were falling from my sore eyes, the sleepless nights werent beautiful as i struggled to breath.
i dont think i healed though. i can see how the scars influence how i feel, act todat, and not for the best.
my heart might still be broken without me knowing but i don't feel it, i dont feel anything. oh. its shattered, not in a painfull state, but in a still one, it has been so long that pain wont stem from the distance between the shattered pieces.
animation something breaks, electic tension between the pieces that fades away.