.we met each other in chaos and crashed like stardust.

Pain is an unpleasant feeling often caused by intense or damaging stimuli; Pain is an unpleasant sensory and emotional experience associated with actual or potential tissue damage, or described in terms of such damage. Wikipedia also warns: This article is about physical pain. For pain in the broader sense, see Suffering.

Relief is a feeling of reassurance and relaxation following release from anxiety or distress.

I am trapped between intense pain and temporary relief. I am surrendered to grief and lethe (a forgetting, forgetfulness). They tell me the only way to heal is to express and confront your pain, to tell your stories until you reach a point, rather a state of mind, when you can retell the stories without emotions. Splitting memories from feelings is realising that all you have is the past and the present. Memories are just in the past, feelings is what you feel in the present. So I will tell you two stories I read, one for pain, on for relief.

I believe pain breeds wolves

and joys give rise to moons.

We grow forests in our bones

so our memories can’t find us.

I believe we hide and haunt ourselves” – Pavana

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Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.

“Sometimes” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”

“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked “or bit by bit?”

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That is why it doesn’t happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand you“. – The Velveteen Rabbit or How Toys become Real, Margery Williams.

Fairy tales heal the mind but dreams heal the heart. N

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