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what’s aching? …..It could be a tension headache, a back pain, a stomach cramp, or an earache, for whatever that is what I feel at the moment, I hope its something that I can always handle nevertheless, I should be seeing a doctor. Well, why I brought up the topic to talk about, it just came into my mind. The reason maybe, I shouldn’t be talking about this in public instead, I should be discussing these things with people who can share with me the aches they had once or many times in their lives… I had encountered many head banged on a wall this year, I don’t know what it really meant but it made me think about a lot of things that happened in my life. I’m talking about a month ago when it came across my mind but now it’s totally different of how I’ve felt before than how I feel now. Once I told a friend, who happens to be there to listen, telling me ‘everything shall pass’, which I then don’t understand exactly what it means but after a few hours I realized , it’s all true. But it took me some time to accept everything on my own, that made me wonder where to get all the strength to be able to cope with all these pains. To me, these were just never ending physical pains and struggles but how can we avoid such even for a while? It could be then a little numbness but in my mind to where the ache lives and stays, this is when we, humans, would like to pretend like animals to be able to express our fears like the beasts on a wild.

BY THE ARNO

by oscar wilde

        The oleander on the wall      
        Grows crimson in the dawning light,
        Though the grey shadows of the night
        Lie yet on Florence like a pall.

        The dew is bright upon the hill,
        And bright the blossoms overhead,
        But ah! the grasshoppers have fled,
        The little Attic song is still.

         Only the leaves are gently stirred   
         By the soft breathing of the gale,
         And in the almond-scented vale
        The lonely nightingale is heard.   

        The day will make thee silent soon,   
         O nightingale sing on for love!
         While yet upon the shadowy grove 
         Splinter the arrows of the moon.      

         Before across the silent lawn   
         In sea-green vest the morning steals,
         And to love’s frightened eyes reveals
         The long white fingers of the dawn      

         Fast climbing up the eastern sky   
         To grasp and slay the shuddering night,
         All careless of my heart’s delight, 
         Or if the nightingale should die.