Pain is relative

It’s 6.58am. It’s still quite dark outside, maybe the skies wept yesterday.

My heart feels like it’s on fire. They always say pain is relative, so I wonder how much pain am I really in right now. Is it all just in my head? Maybe it is.

I had another dream last night. But I can’t think about it. I won’t think about it.

Maybe it had something to do with my friend’s mom passing. We never talked much, but I met his mom once during a surprise birthday party. I knew his mom was struggling with health issues, which would go up and down. I was sad to hear she passed.

Life is just so fragile, and pain is relative. I should get ready to head to work.