World suggests me to grief. Because the thing about pain, it demands to be felt. So grief, said the world. Grief the shit out loud.
"There is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A tender sacrifice. Like the pained silence felt in the lost song of a mermaid; or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you."
Lang Leav and that-every-morning-remedy. How often I celebrate pain this way, I barely know.