Utopia

There was a time whenever the rain happens, it used to bring some pain for me. Running from it going inside and drawing my curtains, but even indoors there was no escape from petrichor (the earthly scent after rain). It filled everything from the ground up. But the only thing the smell of rain brought to mind for me that time was a decaying stink. Shut in behind my curtains, I used to feel a violent loathing for rain. I hate it what the rain had in store for me; I hated the dull, throbbing ache it aroused inside me. I had never hated anything in my life with such intensity. Walking beneath The rain, I could hardly hear what people said to me and they had just as much trouble catching anything I had to say. My whole body felt enveloped in some kind of membrane, cutting off any direct contact between me and the outside world. I couldn't touch “them”, and “they” couldn't touch me.  I was utterly helpless and as long as I remained in that state, “they” were unable to re...

“Pain is strange. A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire…. Pain arrives,  BANG, and there it is, it sits on you. It’s real. And to anybody watching, you look foolish.  Like you’ve suddenly become an idiot.  There’s no cure for it unless you know somebody who understands how you feel, and knows how to help.”                                    ~CHARLES BUKOWSKI ( from “ WOMEN ”) I can’t help but think how each one of us deals with pain. How each person feels on the inside, how much it hurts…  I’m not talking about a specific thing, like love or loss. I’m talking about pain.  Simple as that.  Some people feel pain all the time, some people don’t,  but at some point in our lives all of us have felt it. I’ve come to the conclusion that my pain is not different from your pain… maybe I feel it because I’ve just lost someone close to me, maybe you feel ...