Heartbreak

Fuck.

Ow.

I think I may vomit.

Why is it that we all take comfort in music when we feel like the dirty floor you tread upon?

Maybe there's some inexplicable window you go through, where you can get lost for awhile. Ascend from this meaningless corpse and be elsewhere.

Herbie Hancock is so soothing.

And the words of others, feeling as you do. Maybe that cuts the edge of loneliness. There may be nobody else around, but at least somebody else has felt as you do.

Outside of this personal moment with eyes closed, you know she is there. On your desk there are numerous relics that remind you of what transpired.

Behind your eyelids is nothing. And that very nothing. Is what pleases me most. Darkness and fusion jazz.

A smile spreads on my face.

That was unexpected.

My eyes open

I think I may vomit

Ow

Fuck