I’ve been hurt before, it all seems so new once you reach foreign grounds. You step off an old boat; one with nothing but rust covering it like fresh paint. Seems as if the pain was never there until the premature initial feelings come in place once again.Your defense mechanism kicks in and starts to builds walls around you with a supernatural force acquired with uncontrollable speed. The feelings take over your mind without consent, that fills your heart like a glass of wine waiting to poison it’s next victim. Why put your heart through it all once again, will there be more agony after the sunset lies ahead.. I’ve been hurt before and it’s been an immense weight to carry, a weight only to be lifted by a lifeless soul in  need but how dreary one would think. Surprised is the mind to think otherwise, at times happiness is not all we need. We need a good soul to listen and unfold to a mind who is hopeless and weak. We’re not meant to feel hurt we’re meant to endure, bypass our own mindless thoughts that scream for affection or the slightest form of attention. Pain is the refuge we install in our hearts to maintain a rather sadistic form of sanity, pain is what we feed our most vital organ, only a fool would do such thing. It’s been said that only a fool falls in love, I’ve found the meaning of pain itself, its engraved in the flesh of the one we maintain in constant thought, the one that keeps our eyes red from the never ending nights. I’ve been in pain before and I’ll return to the misery that once was, a different mind might offer ease to mine. I’ll take my chances and burn them to ashes. A different soul might drive me down a hole, a new smile might drive my aching heart wild. Whether a new life bring pain or joy, I need to know what is in store my heart desires what I long hold, affection, trust and nothing short of the true love that will never go untold. To define love will be to define the stars there is an infinite amount yet so much more to be found. We fall in doubt at the thought of happiness so fall around the thought of love. The ride will always rise question but unlike happiness you don’t fall short to understand why the pain has once again lead its way to the distant rain, soon to approach and headed your way.