irrevocable.a notion of such crushing,definitive finality that to me it might as well mean the end of the world.
a sorrow so powerful that i stop crying and try to hold still against the pain.
i desperately wanted time to stop,to hold it still with the force of my will.a severe attack of nostalgia, or more so something that could add to nostalgia the tonalities of sadness and longing.
shades and degrees of this feeling engulf me.swallow me.
like a visitation from a whole new dictionary of emotions, an annunciation of how much an absence can hurt.OR a premonition of absence, because at this divide i am filled to the brim with what i'm about to lose.what lies ahead-an enormous,cold blankness/a darkening and erasure of the imagination/the shutting of a camera eye,
the covering of the future with a cold wet blanket.