You would wish that there
would be no pain but
without it how do you know
if it’s even real?
Is it real because you just know?
Faith is validated upon reason
just knowing is a desperation
The mind fools you when you are high
But the pain my chest tells me I’m alive
and that it bleeds for you
That’s how I know it’s real
That’s how I know it’s you
Airah Writes 