Sometimes just a simple phrase said by someone, heard somewhere works its way into the deepset part of the heart and it hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. And nothing can be done. Except to wonder what to do and see around to get comfort. Then this feeling to get comfort, to feel cared for becomes a craving. A craving so great that it becomes out of control. The more its suppressed, the more violent it becomes. Every cell in the brains shouts something different, its a chaos. Just a chaos. Not just heart but mind too behaves capriciously. sometimes comatose, at other times drugged with madness. At those times, life hurts. And a lot.