Succinctly

The thing about pain is that it demands to be felt. It demands you to open your arms and welcome it. It demands you to let it touch you, touch every single cell in your body, run through your veins like blood, like tears out of your eyes, before it truly leaves you. I guess accepting that you’ve been hurt and you are hurting is the first step to healing. Embrace it. Let it revel in every inch of your body and soul. That’s how you rebuild, that’s how you grow. And sorry to break it to you, but love, each pain is bigger than the one before, not in relation to the person but in magnitude. You can either run from it and oh, it’ll catch up on you faster than you think. Or you can bury your head in it’s lap, feel it, ache because of it until you become a more indestructible self.  I could write about pain and conceal it with beautiful expressions of language and make you think of pain as beautiful as poetry. I could trick you into thinking that it is beautiful to dwell in pain, that