Comparing a yawn

It's like.a festering thorn. The kind that when you try and dig it out all you are doing is helping it push deeper and deeper into your being. Until all of a sudden you realize you have become used to the pain and you accept as simply a part of you. And when it has fully assimilated into the deepness of yourself, you realize you are doomed to experience the pain...always. I can't escape the dull familiarity of who I am, and what is bound to unfold. I am like a careless yawn, faintly recognized, perhaps slightly necessary, but fleeting and forgettable. It's harder when you begin to see or at least think you see the dull return of the pain. It's even harder when you stand to lose so much, only to realize you are the loser, the other is the winner. And in the back of your head you always will hear, "it's because of who you are...you pathetic little yawn."



STW