Personal Oblivion

Sometimes you don’t miss the person…just that feeling. The reverence. The ecstasy of sensual heights. That semblance of being accepted and loved.

Other times, you can be happy to be rid of it all. And just stare at the compilation of your stagnant life. And drown in your own personal oblivion.

alone

 

RMIV

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