I have to go to him. And when I do, and I physically see the end, I want the final piece of my heart to break, so that I can just be broken. Because when you're half broken, there's a slight hope, a slight agenda. I want to be without hope, and without agenda. I want to consume the pain, make sure I use it all up, so that there is no more left.
And once the pieces are all on the ground, I can get my sticky tape and piece it all back together, as best as I can. And once I have achieved that, i can wholly-function. function-wholly.
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