this watery blue funk

Infinitely. That's the answer to the question. It may not seem possible, but time has proven it over and over. It's unclear as to how the phenomena works. After all, there can only be so many pieces. There can only be so much left. And yet, there's no sign of finality. Just when things appear to be at the end, on the precipice of excruciating, to the point of nothing worse, it happens. Just like that. No matter if it's expected or ignored. No matter if it's a new brand of pain or simply the reusable form that's known. Even when prepared, the actual shattering is still a shock. It's impossible to find an equilibrium, between this kind of hope and anguish, that is capable of building a wall thick enough to protect. There is no escape. Just Sadness. Fear. Frustration. Love. Hurt. And Hope. Yes, even still hope. Hanging onto even the smallest glimmer of a dream. Besides, how many times can one heart break?