Pain is both an Emotion and a Feeling.

…an existential mind is nothing more sane or insane than the breathes we take or the blinks of a dew ridden eye.

Names mean nothing yet there are traits our names seem to bring to us, of similar names, similar traits. For instance how tough must one be going through their juvenille years teased, prodded, or praised for having said name?

My name is Luci… Any baby book will say its a branch off of Lucy and Lucy means “Bringer of Light”. In a sense, it fits. My middle name means “Sea of Bitterness”, or “Bitter”. That, also, fits… That i can bring a smile to others faces, and yet inside, I wouldnt call it bitter, It’s more of an empty feeling most of the time. Bored could be used as well. It pains me that I do not have close friends, although it’s true I do not let people close enough the majority of the time to attempt friendship.

I am an open book, one with Invisible ink… I have Lived, Wished for life to end, Lusted, Loved, Broken hearts and dreams, and had mine broken in return, I have made and recieved bruises. I can say though that the one time my heart broke, it didn’t. In fact I am certain it was for the best. I am blessed with short memory, faults are as soon forgotten as they appear, and life goes on.

The pain of the body swells and recedes as do both the raw, composed, and (well? poorly?) concealed emotions, leaving an altered person in it’s midst. Sometimes said alterations can be drastic, sometimes they are naught but a new pebble on the beach… or lack of a few.

Either way, Pain is both an emotion and a feeling. For some, its a lifestyle.