The thing that they'll never tell you about "the other fish in the sea," is that there is a catch limit. You can only fish for a sign of life for so long until the motor gives out. Sooner or later your body becomes just another stranded vessel at 'see.' These words without her eyes are useless. The same goes for this thing inside my chest.
Who am I kidding? I barely knew my muse. Here's to hoping she'll pull me close on a corner somewhere and remind me that we're all still living in an era that will allow us to beat this.
