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How To Cure the Pain


The trick is to take all that hatred, all the anger, all the sorrow and disappointment; take it and mix it in the pot. Let it boil and bubble in your heart until it overflows into your mind, your body, your soul. Let it seep into the crevices of your relationships and let it grow like a root in a crack, slowly breaking the foundation apart. Let it break down your walls and fortices and drown everything you ever helped create. Then finally, when the storm is satisfied and the mix evaporates and all that's left is the dust and memories, when you've lost every speck of kindness and love and companionship, smile. You are now the only one left in this world and that makes you the God of this world. 
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