Angielski
Yes, those nice words help. Yes, those hugs do help. But how can those nice words and hugs keep me from feeling what I feel? When the burden of pain lurks in my heart and weighs me down within the depths of me, where should I turn to get rid of that burden?
I do not seek pacification. I do not seek comforting words intersected with your vocal cord-manufactured sounds of compassion. I seek total detachment from my pain. I seek unplugging the experience of pain from my heart. I cry to disentangle that pain from my depths. Do you hear my cry? You don't get it. How can you? The pain is in me. The pain lives inside me. Right here, inside me. Do you get it? Literally, I can feel the weight of pain in my heart. It sits as heavy as a boulder, unmoving, unrelenting.
My suffering is an experience locked within my body. It is not some kind of a visitor. It stays there right in between my belly and throat. No amount of your contrived kindness helps in ebbing that persistent experience.
