No.
It is slow and steady and constant. So slight that I barely notice it rising until it is expanding in my lungs and then it finds its way out and down my face.
There is a certain person who I miss everyday. and everyday I try to be around people. but at some point I am alone. and that is when I notice The sadness has come.
What I mean to say is that it just seems like The sadness must prove something. Because it is so rare that I find myself this overcome by an emotion so pure to be one substance, a water, a sadness felt from loving someone so darkly and deeply and ignorantly and not being able to be with them at any capacity.
Are we meant to be with some people?
Is love a choice we make or that is made for us?
What do you let lead you: Your head or that heart?
This is a painting (by Ran Ortner)
