Do you understand what pain is and the language it speaks, can you deduce the meaning of its strange desires 
Pacify pacify, it beckons always thirsty for tears and sorrow I was the unlucky soul who fell into its cold embrace although by that I learnt it's ways and I understood the vanity of life, pain pleads to be experienced and I felt it so much it broke me but then it gently healed me as now I feel nothing
Do I feel let down, if I answer in the affirmative then I betray the enlightenment it brought me,how I have transcended from physical and mindless emotions has brought me strength. Pain brought wisdom and I followed.


                                         Inkcloud

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