When pain comes it sneaks up on you, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, but always it sneaks.
There is a pain, it's always there, a ways away, a long, long ways away: it never bothered me much, it's so far away. But it's forever there, in that long long ways away place, always sneaking.
I don't like sneaking.
It's black and it's invisible. It's tiny and it's huge. And it's like a spider sometimes and sometimes it's like a mountain and its always there.
I'm not afraid of it.
I've never been afraid of it.
It's just there, and that's okay.