Pain

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People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.

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Wicked

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Sitting on a rock at the beach, sharing a beer with her best friend she said, “I am never falling in love again, this isn’t for me, it hurts like hell” “yes it does” he sighed  and looked away so she wouldn’t catch him staring at her. Some where up there fate smiled wickedly!

 

 

Pleasure of Pain

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Every evening she lit the lamp that hung on the Palash tree, so he wouldn’t get lost on his way back home. The tree was dead now like the look in her eyes. They had both been alive and blooming once. That was before he went away, leaving behind only a promise of return. The tree had given up after waiting for what seemed like forever. She was stubborn, she could wait for another eternity and beyond for him. The pain of the wait made her feel alive. She found pleasure in the pain.

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Half Empty

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He stood in a familiar place, feeling like a stranger. An unknown void surrounded him. It made him angry and sad at the same time. He was hurting in places he did not know existed in his chest. Her things pricked his eyes from every corner. They were all there, but she wasn’t. It made him feel just like her last mug of coffee that sat on the window sill, waiting for her to return.. half empty.

Photo Credit: Harshad Sharma http://www.harshadsharma.com