There are so many things I feel and so little I speak of. It is not of the day to day, of the "human" inflictions but something else. Another part that is all encompassing and often hidden from plain view. I hear it all, I feel it all, though I have learned to put it to a place for later. However, even in these creative means, it does little to appease the repetitious waves of pain that vibrate through me. Pain… a simple construct that does little justice for the mass amount