I have to stop and take a good hard look at myself and remind myself that this is not real. The piece of stone that sits in the middle of my chest (though slightly more to the left) whispers sweet lies in my ear and tells me that everything will be alright. And they will all live happily ever after. My heart is a liar but God Almighty I want to believe it. I feel your warmth within my grasp only for it to slip away with your ambivalent disdain. A lamentation worthy of Jeremiah, all in vain because you are on another page. Somewhere else.