S C R W S T X

Who makes better art than tortured souls. Who composes better songs, better poems, better choreography than tortured souls. Who has more to say, more to confess, more to express than tortured souls. Who has a deeper pit of bubbling emotions than tortured souls. Who has greater motivation to find better words, better strokes, better body language to communicate those pains than tortured souls.

I had the luxury to forget pain for a long time but last night I found so much pain inside, of which I don't know how to speak of. Pain is so much bigger than just manifestations. How ultimately futile it may be trying to convey it and how ironic is it, to be apparent communicators of emotions yet fail at translating the jist of things. We try to reason all that we can when some things stubbornly lie in the murkiest part of life.

How quick we are to hurt those that hurt us. How quick we are to defend ourselves, with words / rash actions but all at the price of pain. For others to dent our egoes is enough reason for us to inflict pain upon them. How wrong I was to think that. In midst of aging and learning but my behaviour at times doesn't correlate with knowledge. 24 and I'm still leashed by emotions more than logic. How flawed I am. Yet how shall I learn to stop feeling as deeply, to forgo my innate hypersensitivity to everything. And if that marks immaturity then shall there ever comes a time when I'll be matured enough.