#wc327

Oil, the friend of water, your heart is a bird in the wind, gasping, torn away, forever, from everything. The heart feels like two negative magnets trying to touch: repulsive, uneasy, incomprehensible. The heart falls viscously, like cold butter being squeezed through the chest. Emotion only blows you farther away from your love. Your Sorrow is deep and round, wet with rhythmic sobs. The sorrow grows from the knowledge of what is impossible. You will never see your love again.