Sadness

Sadness.

That’s what it is…

Sadness.

A quiet feeling.

Quiet yet sickly.

Inside-out stomach kind of feeling.

But… but I know why.

It’s simple.

It’s true.

It’s the truth.

But for something so simple…

It’s so hard to explain.

And explaining doesn’t help.

It’s something beyond words.

Kind of like sadness.

Inside-out upside-down stomach sadness.

Quiet sadness.

Kind of like that.

But it’s not like that.

Because it’s happiness.

But watching you… so sad… takes that away.

But not completely.

Because that simple truth is just that…

True.

And truth is happiness.

And truth is sadness.

It’s both.

I am happy that I’ve found it.

I am sad that you haven’t.

I am sad that explaining won’t help.

Because it’s something beyond words.

Something you feel.

Something you know.

It’s both.

I’m happy I have it.

I’m sad I can’t share it.

Sadness…

That’s what it is.

A quiet, sickly feeling.

An inside-out stomach kind of feeling.

Sadness.