Meow101 wrote:
I have written some...in Romanian, Spanish, and English. It still hurts

Maybe I need to do more. The lines from the Eminescu poem in my signature mean "What is love? It is a long opportunity for pain. Because thousands of tears are not enough for it, And it still asks for more." That's been my experience. Therefore I don't really know if it's better to have loved and been hurt...is it really worth it? Is the kind of pain I'm feeling worth ANY amount of good feeling? I don't connect with people on a deep level very often (probably because of AS) and if it ends up this way even once every decade it means I'm in pain most of the time. Life just really, *really* sucks. People suck, especially when you can't read them and can't predict when they're going to stick the proverbial knife in your gut.
~Kate
Meow101 wrote:
Is the kind of pain I'm feeling worth ANY amount of good feeling?
I don't know. You tell
me.
If your pain were a tradeable commodity I would barter for it. Misery is arguably an artist's most valuable resource. (Why else do you think the blues is so ubiquitous and enduring? Why else do you think they would invent a hue as mysterious as Prussian blue?)
Let me ask you something? Has your counselor ever suffered doubt so oppressive they see a black sky on a cloudless sunny noon, or had to craft a makeshift compass from household appliances just to navigate their way toward the light at the end of a tunnel, or spat retaliatory acidic sorrow back in the faces of her enemies? (to be fair, neither have I) If I were in your shoes I would seek the counsel & critique of poets & lyricists: the ones who eat, breath, and sleep the toxic emotions would kill mere mortals like me. They know what the f**k they're dealing with.
Would you please share some of your poetry with us?
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