The Limbo.

A weird place of imagination, where reality melds with uncertain thoughts. It's a mix of all perceptions and realizations. 
Time doesn't pass. Actions don't incite reaction. Existing is not tough anymore, because it loses its meaning. Without light, without air, you just lie there...undead and aware. 

I imagine my desolate self in a limbo, thinking I've lost you. And I am uncertain if it's a real feeling; there's some solace in that ambiguity. But, truth to be told, I am not comforted by it. 

I want a way out of this limbo. I don't want to be stuck here forever. I don't want to lie all day and let the myriad of unwanted consequences flood my mind. I want to stop thinking at all. 

See, you used to tell me, "All good things must end."
What we had was too good...I didn't want it to end this soon!
But it did. 
Just like every sentence needs an ending, 
We had one. 

Not sure I accept it...
Do we ever get a choice, though?