Pain is cadenced resilience that let you feel the presence of woes, mourns and let you express your credence for its yowls and squeals. Its taste depends on the intensity of its stimulus, on how deep it has excavated you. Its sour when born from some chum’ words. It tastes sweet when chanted by love. It makes you spit your grieve when comes from some dearest soul and its salty when it crafts its way through your eyes. That’s how it’s felt by my taste buds.