Pain

There are lots of kinds of pain.

Pain of a broken heart, pain from loneliness, the type of pain you get from smashing your fingers in a car door, there are pains from cancer, pains of loosing a baby, pain of burning your hand on the stove.

But in their own little ways, no matter how small, these pains are all agonizing. Which is sad, and yet, happy, if you really think about it.

If we never got a flat tire, or failed a test, or had a bad hair day, what kind of people would we be?........ boring.

We wouldn't be passionate; we wouldn't know it was exciting to get pregnant, or score an A on a final. So that's why in many ways I am grateful for pain.

Pain is part of what makes me the crazy, jaded, person that I am.

I Write

Do I write simply because I need to write, or because I hope someone will listen?

Do I write because writing will mend something broken inside me, or do I write to get things out of my head to make room for new?

I write when I'm happy.

I write when I am sad but tonight I write because I ache.

Not like the ache from applying pressure to a bruise; watching the colors of it change from purple to blue to green.

It's the aching from loneliness.

So I write.

I write to handle the loneliness or the loneliness will handle me.

-Sami