Descent

       "Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires." - Francois de La Rochefoucauld 

      

       There is a slim, almost non-existent chance that I unknowingly perpetrated a vile deception when I promised to pen down my brilliant flashes of inspiration and self-deprecation until their number reached thirty – an epic, monumental achievement that still dwells beyond my grasp.

       I have been an absentee from the virtual world of self-centred writings for such a long time, because I felt that my life was descending into utter chaos. Which it was... Worry not, I found a solution to that particular glaring issue – I ceased to have free time, thus bringing my negative thoughts and emotions to an all-time low.

       Yet... Whatever I do, however much I mock this world and delude my poor self, there is this incredible absence – a bottomless pit within my soul, if I may say so.

       There is a person who, while the reason for that specific hurting, is also the only one who can make it better. Whenever she leaves, I feel less myself, less... Just less.

       And all I can do is wait.