what is pain for if not to transmute into beauty?
This pain can be in vain, lesson learned and shit but wheres the beauty in it and will I laugh from it instead of cry out in agony about
i wonder if rocks are just balls of immortal humas who have never healed from the pain they are in hard in and out sharp and subjected to be used to skip on the tops of lake waters for seconds of amusement for others before sinking to the bottom not to be found for years to come.
what is pain for if not to transmute into beauty













