Not all Wounds Bleed...

Secret Pain is what a lot of people hide, I know so well, as it is obvious to a dedicated observer... pain is the currency of a continuing existence... hanging onto a thread

Vita est ludus, nemo umquam vincit, toto corde ludis, deinde nihilominus spoliaris, desistis, te procumbis et morieris... tempus appropinquat...

Vita est ludus quem solum stultus luderet... 

Mors te liberat...

Nothing says it like LATIN... the language of God's nearest and dearest... words carve scars in your heart, "like Goodbye" to equal the constant pain you endure... from losing the one thing you ever truly loved... to saying goodbye to all you ever earn't or achieved...

But let me tell you at the edge of all loss is the centre of the hurricane, which is calm and healing...