The worst feelings come at day break,
when I wake to ice filling in my stomach.
Throughout the day,
I feel ugly and aged, swept by overwhelming tears
that come to me in waves.
When the evening comes again,
I move with anxious haste
to silence this loneliness
that stir within my wrists.
This heartache proves to be more powerful,
and I feel it all;
this void in my chest,
telling me I deserve this.
RochelleTascaArt 
I normally come home to an empty house. I think we all deserve to be loved. Take care. ❤
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I couldn’t agree more. I’m hopeful to find my other half one day…Sending my best to you.💙
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Thank you Rochelle, I hope so. ❤
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“The worst feelings come at day break” gets me thinking about waking up in what feels like a parallel universe, that cold inertia one realizes inside a tangent timeline that doesn’t include the happy couple of our memories.
That feeling can speed up time, days passing quickly like “waves,” until so many weeks pass by without our permission, without our proper claiming of this timeline, that one can’t help but think of it and ourselves as grey, “ugly and aged.”
And the pacing that happens at night is like a slow run to…where? It’s as if retracing our steps enough could somehow bring us into the timeline that we wish to return to and have such overwhelming guilt for leaving behind. Would dying “silence these sensations…that stir within my wrists” in line with the revelatory ending of The Discovery?
All in all, your post made me think through the guilt I have about the end of my last relationship. And how similar that guilt and heartache are. And how remorseful and displaced I feel with zero hope of rewriting history.
Perhaps I’m even doomed to repeat these darker shifts in timelines because in this life “I deserve this.”
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