Have you ever thought of pain, how atrocious it is, yet in some way, lenient. It lets you remember the darkest of times, the memories buried shallow, as if you can almost touch them like yesterday. It will haunt you like ghosts of the past-morbidly excruciating, breaking you for the nth time as if it isn’t enough. Yet, within the pain is a hint of solace, a sense of refuge in the storm, granting you a semblance of sanity and control over your focus.
In some way, I’ve come to terms with pain. It makes me sober, a little bit grounded. It is paradoxical, yet sometimes, the only thing I can do is to hold on to those memories and the pieces that remain.
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Art by risfloat
Caren Caabay 
