Day No. 303: Pain.

Man, it's pain. It lives and breathes in me. We're married. I can't live without it. It's in my butt, in my heart, in my solar plexus. Most of all, pain rules my very existence. Without it, how do I grow?

My very existence causes my concern. But my mother is still around. No pain for her. Always protect the ones that you love. When they're gone, then I will lay my body to sleep. When parts of your life becomes outer space, you gaze at the sun so you see yourself. Sometimes I want to sit in that big ass crater in the moon and wait. Until my love implodes. I look and it and say, "You didn't love me back." But it always turns. The moon follows. Cold, distant, aloof. The were being exists. I thought, Can I cast it aside and live in the day instead?