Pain, do you hear me?

Smudging my past into a bleary conscience- purportedly- anxiously- heavingly angry;
The past that lays down my failures, disappointments and downfalls that I barely dont want to recall;

Remembrance has it's own cons;
As remembring your joy makes you more joyful
so is remembering your pain feels more pathetic.

Pleasure does you good, but pain slits your skin and fingers your sensitive flesh, open to wounds, bleeding as it rejoices the tender parts of your body as you cry out in agony.
Aaargh!

So does pain hear you out?
No.

Pain does not care how you feel, so does pleasure. They're just the emotion that you live in;
The latter is what you, I and we always opt for.

The lash may be a temporary mark on your body;
Remembering the pain, the rough whip that scraped and prickled against your skin, a 100 and more cells each individually feeling the pain, accentuates it's more.

But, pain doesn't feel anything, it's pain!

It feels pain, it live pain and works painfully.
it's not an object but an objectification that we loathe to be in.

Remembrance of pain is an emotion we loathe to be in.