brainstorming about pain.

just let it flow. 
tears, thoughts, ideas..........sure, ok, yes.
forget about pain.  forget it.  go to the bank drivethrough and stick pain in that small cylindrical tube --- hit send.
put pain in a hollow tree, then run like heck, it could blow at any time.
put pain in a salvage yard for old forgotten cars...........the ones that have been flattened and disassembled.  no envelope required.  drop off & race to a fast food joint, that's right --- press your get away foot on the gas pedal.
put pain in a rocket ship - hit blast off --- watch it shoot high into the air..........watch it zip straight up, up, up into the atmosphere.....wave bye bye.  whistle nonchalantly as you make your unobtrusive departure..........act INNOCENT.  me? pain?  what pain?  no pain here... pull out your empty pockets and rock back on your heels, be jaunty .......authentic details help your story, but don't overdo it.  nonchalance is key.
do something........don't just sit here & key stomp about random things.  pain is pretty random if ya think about it.  most people can't relate, understand, sympathise or they distance themselves from the one who talks about it.
pain is not my friend and yet i have to accept it, befriend it......wear it like a cloak much of the time. 
i say we move on.  i say we walk away.  c'mon let's go far far away from here.......let's fly.
Hope Island must be close........birds have an innate sense for coordinates right?  they don't check the stars or the sun or the moon, scratch their feathered heads and discuss longitude or latitude.  they were incripted with this amazing incredible ability to know what to do when......so they can get to Hope Island.
God knows and watches over every sparrow.  It is a comfort on this quiet cold day of winter.