The Sadness and the Quietness
the sadness
that is people
the sadness of wanting to die
but being compelled to live
the sadness
that is people
the sadness of wanting to die
but being compelled to live
There was no thunder, no glowing doorway, no mysterious wind blowing through the apartment, and no choir of angels politely alerting me that physics had submitted its resignation.
The deck simply felt heavier.