Impossible Things

I think the sadness is profound. It should've been impossible. Not after all of this. But, I guess, it is. And in general, it should have not been a problem as I have experienced it before. However, it's amplified now. Not having—after believing I could have experienced one—truly detach myself from my lack of experience. It made myself see, from a third-person point of view, what I am experiencing. It made me quietly chanting, not again, not again, not again.

It made me reassess everything. It made me question everything, most importantly myself and the values that I uphold. It made me understand that things would remain impossible to exist and I am a fool for believing that it could have. Perhaps some things can never be, however hard you want it to be real. Perhaps asking for simple results are harder to accomplish.