And there it is, as if it found home again from having traveled through the various aethers: the heartbreak that comes from nowhere, without cause, rhyme, nor reason. I had almost forgotten that such things happen in my life, that which makes no sense just plotz in my way, refusing to budge from the path, something that forces itself into my deal machine. Does it mean anything at all? Is something else, for some cosmic reason, announcing itself in my destiny by way of the aching in my chest? Or is it merely some chemical imbalance, having no intrinsic empathic value? I will say it: it is like an old compatriot, though someone less than a friend, who comes and goes from my life, and like the wind cannot be traced. Will I say goodbye to you in some finally someday? Aye, who is to say what tomorrow forfends?
