How soon?
How soon is too soon? How quick is too quick? How long is too long before the presence converges into someone’s mere absence? How soon is too soon for memories to fade into random recurring thoughts? How quick is too quick for you to feel empty again? How soon is too soon for the empty to feel satiated? How soon is too soon for the void to deepen and cut you with its hollowness? How long is too long before the silence annoys you with its motionlessness? How soon is too soon for you to force your tears? How lost is too lost for you to lose your way back? How far is too far before the horizon just seems like a crossroad? How quick is it too quick for you to forget the sensation of a burn, for the numbness to exasperate? How soon is too soon for your thoughts to become noisier than sound and tangle into chaotic patterns? How soon is too soon for your tears to dry into wide smiles, for your pain to become a struggling lesson, for your void to become whole again? How long is too long ...