as i sit here, alone. listening to seal sing, love’s divine. the words of sigmund freud comes to mind. “i observe that i do not gain what i wanted in you, and i shall lose my loved one if i continue. i have asked of you what is not in your nature, and i have offered you nothing in return. you have certainly given up the least valuable thing: the indispensable part, on which i hang all my feelings and thoughts.” i use his words, n, because in my present state, i cannot be fluent in thought. my demons are laughing, n. they are laughing in my head, but in their laughter i find, i have been a fool. so, here – here’s my heart, n. here’s my broken arrow. from now on, my atonement shall be my actions.