The Art Of Our Thoughts

The thing about pain

Pain. 

There are many types of emotional pain. Usually the type varies when the reason behind it changes as well. 

The pain that I've been through recently is quite weak, I guess that's what makes me ashamed of it. The fact that I felt this intense pain in my chest late at night as I was trying to fall asleep, because of a trivial human being, yeah that's quite embarrassing. 

But the pain was there nonetheless, it was there to wrap its arms around me as the tears streamed down my face. But the hurt didn't last long, I kept feeling that stab in my heart for two days straight. 

For two days I cried when I shouldn't have, not wanting to leave my bed in the morning and interact with any other human, but I did so anyway. It felt awful. It was draining to say the least, and for these forty-eight hours I believed so strongly that this is what I'll be feeling for a long while. 

I was wrong. Obviously. 

The pain did leave eventually. It left when I felt the warm hands of the couple of people that I appreciate so deeply wrapped around my fragile body. It disappeared when these people reminded me of who I am. 

We all need to be reminded from time to time, I realized that day. 

We need to be reminded of  our value and of the few reasons we're special in our own way, cause if we didn't have people who were constant reminders for us  then..we might as well be doomed. It's agonizing being drowned in all of our self-deprecating thoughts, suffocating even. 

Yeah,  I guess that temporary pain that I felt screams its own story, and that story is one that needs to be remembered, just so it isn't told again but with different characters. 

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Dedicated to: H.K. & A.G.

-S.S.