i think breathing sometimes is a difficult in itself. and the ache of life can be like a bruise. but to stand for something takes purpose, even through the pain. even through the burden and the heaviness that it can bring.
i was just telling my 6 year old friend that life is full of moments that aren't always pleasant. it is not all peaches and cream and happiness. i think she is starting to get the jist of it which makes me somewhat sad in a sense. but it is the reality of it all.
and weirdly enough ache comes with both good and bad.
nice paradox of "being blue enough to hold up the sky"
and also if we are all crazy, then no one will notice....like the gravedigger in Hamlet saying, "
they sent him off to England cause he is mad/ but if he regain his wits there it won't matter/ cause there they are as mad as he"
clever piece...the bruised red world...red from hurt, red from passion...the rose wilts...and we become crazy with grief.