The pain we endure for this life!

The pain of a home filled with people, yet silent of passion. Its bleak existence, attenuated with routine, but devoid of meaning.

The pain of solitude. Of searching for meaning in the eyes of strangers we pass by in our day, ever watchful to see the pang of desire in another.

The pain of longing. A wanting for what was, perhaps long gone, perhaps never truly existing.

The pain of hope. Hope for a better day. Hope for pain shared with another, by which we might assuage our own anguish and find solace in the embrace of another.

The pain of knowlege. Knowledge that life never had to be this way, yet was. Knowledge that we have the power to change it, but at what price?

Perhaps this is the way. To seek refuge in the arms of another soul, equally as pained as us. To find a small island of meaning in a sea of chaos. Is it desire that will anesthetize our pain? Is it understanding? Is it the recognition that our worlds dont have to be the way they are, for at least a few treasured hours.

We leave each other, our wounds tended too, almost as if a healing salve has been applied to our very soul. The emptieness of the world confronts us in its own way, but doesnt seem quite as terrifying as before. Is it love that buoys us against the current of the reality? Is it simply desire? Does this union between two unlikely partners even require definition?

The pain remains, but dulled by the beating of a shared heart. Problems remain, but are now confronted by shared hope. The world gets smaller as the bubble of togetherness we create grows each day

In its own way, over time the pain becomes welcome as a reminder to cherish what we have become. To always keep in mind the special meaning we each have to another. To never forget what this love is...