When you left me I wasn’t expecting that moment to happen nor was I expecting I’d feel partial, disordered, and devastated. How could this be.

Wish I knew. And if I knew I could’ve OCD-ed on you like the psychopaths performers like in the movies. Don’t want to expect on you being perished. 

Just life is as it is, perpetually. 

Thoughts of my loss is quite a very catastrophic challenge I have to put myself on a game as I lay and play on a game of everlasting struggle called life.

The memory of you landing and departing in my life wasn’t even half of how resentful I have been how much more between those times…

I will miss you and I promise as soon as I have another you in my life things will become better in this dynamic life.

To my deceased earphones, I will miss you!