The loss that you cannot replace...

I've been dreaming about losses. The kind of painful and strenuous dreams that leave you numb and drained in the morning- you no longer notice the physical pain, all there is is the bottomless pit of emptiness, pressing hard against your insides, creating a sort of vacuum that's almost unbearable, and you move through your day as a sleepwalker, knowing that at night there will be the same dream waiting for you in that dark corner of your mind and you dread the minute of going to bed, because you know you won't escape what you've been trying to avoid in broad daylight.

They say the price for knowledge gained through experience is your innocence. And yet, there are certain things i wish i had never learned- i wish i could claim that innocence back, giving up all that knowledge that i've gained at such a high price...
the experience of pain... the experience of loss. A kind of loss that you will never fully come to comprehend, let alone to reconcile with... A kind of loss that cannot be replaced or recovered from... i wonder how long it takes to heal... as much as this healing is possible in a given situation...
a month... a year... or until another loss and anothe pain come to replace this one?
or until you find something that will at least partly fill that void that will stay within you for a long long time...and what do you do till then? How do you continue living with this loss that you know will not be replaced...