You’ve got to use it, the pain. Use it as fuel to move past the torment, to the light at the end of the tunnel.
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?
replaying the same level in a video game for the hundredth time