Slice it up and analyse it.
Put it under your microscope.
There’s no escape from the feeling.

You sever the artery.
Pain blinds you.
Is it just illusion?

Is heartbreak just a mask?
An egoic trick?
Does it matter?

Describe your dreams.
Tell me how real they feel.
Tell me what they mean.

You’re just a visitor.
There’s no continuity.
Only temporary escape from the feeling.

Beyond the parameters, there’s nothing.
Empty space.
For all we know.

Still you look towards the edge.
You look for some external standard.
You don’t trust yourself.

Fantasise about death.
There is no answer.
Your questions are manmade.

Tell yourself you don’t exist.
Tell yourself nothing does.
If it’s not you, then who is it?

Don’t beat yourself up.
It doesn’t make a difference.
There’s no escape from the feeling.

You wonder what the point is.
You wonder why there has to be a point.
You wonder why you want to know.

Tap into the interconnectedness.
You can’t disconnect forever.
Everything will be here for you when you get back.

Experience the experience.
Feel the feeling.
There is no escape.

But what does it mean?