pain is relative; my relative; relating to myself. pain is a bit of a mess. pain is life's way, a warning to my head, “oh, hey, you are alive, hey, you are a thing. that thing can bleed and cry and scream but hey, hey, it’s not too much, never say it’s too much, please, stop for a bit, step away from the edge, i’m sorry, hey come back here, you aren’t done, will never be done.” pain, my friend, don’t lie, your name is really Hope.
the shape is the thing that sticks in your throat when you want to speak but tricks you into thinking you don't need to