destined for loneliness

                 
                 
     the truth of the reality....                
                 
    it's apparently clear; dagger to the heart?- no-it's been more like a spear- though maybe one's been spared- more or less like those- decades ago- before one, whom were also found here....                  
                 
    the illusion has been shattered many times-times many, yet reframed and still held dear like an art piece in a gallery....                  
                 
 nothing's been the same ever since- even before one's conscious went from the subconscious in the back- now to the conscious front seat.... fully aware....                  
                 
one's mind giving one's heart-space-hence experiencing much grief- one's mind understands now completely where the heart often struggled to make peace....                  
                 
 body bound indoors; there's no party out anywhere worthwhile to explore minus disasters' recipes.... it's bittersweet- moreso bitter- hence the "chaser" co-existing with the hardcore "whiskey"-            
             
nothing is out right  "yours" to have- let alone keep;  not even this temporary flesh suit machine-that didn't come with a receipt revealing exactly where it came from....            
           
and the why....just cruel and unusual as far as one's eyes can see.... the mind was meant to break- as the heart was meant to sink.... giving more coast to the "present" that's but only a word like the "measurement" known as "time"....  
   
 making death much more easier to embrace....