today I missed being crushed by a police chase colision by 15 feet. At the time I was saying that I hadn’t had my heart truly broken since grade 8, and that really, I didn’t know what it feels like.
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okay, you know when you make yourself the perfect breakfast, and you’re like damn this is going to be really good because I rarely ever eat breakfast, and then on your way to the living room to watch Saturday morning cartoons and eat, you accidental drop it on the floor – the feeling you get when you look down and fully realize the weight of what has just happened, its consequences and how it will affect the rest of your day and perhaps even week.
What the?
heartbreak is relative.
everything is relative…
but who cares! it’s all relative
how can everything be relative?
it just is.
We only know anything in relation to what it is not
Jean-Paul Sartre: You ARE what you are not.
…which is still relative,
circumstantial to the individual
ah. so that’s what it feels like.
hrmph.