Writing fluency sometimes needs an intense agony somewhere in your mind

There are various wounds to describe our hurts;the deepest one is the most painful.

Pain pumps blood when heart dies

Let my toes teach the shore how to feel a tranquil lifethrough the wetness of sands Let my heart latch the doorof blackness, as all my pain now blue sky understands

Sometimes a broken heart can mend something else's brokenness

Another side of my heart is called pain: ever pumping!