The cloud of expectations our union was, changed overnight into bubble size sepia tinted capsules, choking me with the sticky demons that constitute memory. Maybe I missed the signs, though the silences and the averted gaze seem not so subtle in retrospect. All that remains is a frayed frame vulgarly flaunting emptiness. Love escapes sometimes. We feel like victims, but maybe we are also the accused. #love #Unlove #emptiness #yqbaba
