Dark is the absence of light.
Silence is the absence of sound.
But sadness.
Oh,
but,
sadness.
Sadness can be simply put as the absence of happiness.
Simply put.
Too simply put.
There is hope in my sadness.
There is joy in my sadness.
Even sadness can be in happiness.
Sure, there is pain.
Sure, there is darkness.
Sure, there is ice.
Frustration. Impatience. Struggle.
But in there...
In there is heat.
In there, is light.
In there, is wonder.
I think that might be it.
Wonder
and
wondering
and
wonderful.
Sadness expands.
Caution is necessary.
Being overwhelmed is dangerous.
Being crushed is fatal.
But sadness expands.
Pushes.
Cracks.
Unhinges.
My innermost self beyond its capacity.
Loss. Helplessness. Rejection.
Wonder at these sorrows.
Wonder at my grief.
Wonder at the tossing unbalanced scale.
Wonder at tears.
My body's reaction.
The echoes of my sadness.
Silence in tears.
Sound in sobs.
Not bad though.
Not injurious.
Poignant is heartbreaking.
Enduring is suffering.
Sadness is stagnant?
Sadness is unwinding?
Sadness is backpedaling?
Maybe.
Not always.
Sadness fluctuates.
It changes as much as I do.
I think that's why is hurts so much.
Constantly getting used to something new.
Someone new.
Somehow new.
It doesn't settle in us.
Numb pain does.
Absence is dangerous.
Just like cold.
Just like dark.
Just like silence.
Numb pain is absence.
But.
Sadness is inner conversation.
Sadness is subtly luminous.
Sadness is new noise.
Sadness is recognition of absence.
Not absence.
Recognition.
Sadness is strange.
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