We travel through this life inflicting pain upon each other. We open old wounds, and callously pick at each others scabs. We burn each other. Like solar flares some of us burn bright and violent. But beneath all the suffering, and cruelty there lurks a fleeting shadow of hope. We swallow our own pain, open new wounds, and carelessly pick at our scabs. We burn ourselves. Like wolves to the moon we howl out our desires. But beneath all the masochism, and self flagellation there stands a definitive avatar of our love. Pain is an inevitability this we know... but if we can find hope, and we can love each other, joy is just as inevitable.