The obsession of Sadness is to dissolve layers of ones comfort, charming its customers into solitude and pain, thus changing their perception upon sharp objects. Or is it…? It might be, but there is more to it. The ones magnetic to sadness, absorb something else that is more fascinating and nonetheless painful as advertised. Falling from the surface of the world’s turmoil to unknown intriguing places, right there in self assimilation is not as dreadful as it seems for the most of us. Tears lubricate the way down, people would rather turn back when they see you, God doesn’t exist anymore and you feel the same about your own existence. On your way down but stronger once you get there, you will understand that fear was only a definition of power and your feelings will finally make sense. When you are at your lowest low, your thoughts are going to descend too, back at their beginning, and you will understand that your numbness is actually quite a thirst for life.
Far from the sun’s light and warmth, first… stop thinking you are dead and that from this moment, to understand that you were never alone, only lost in ideas and places you weren’t supposed to be. Take another look, those are waves you feel in the distance and you will not be let drown once they get under your feet. You are allowed to feel under your own conditions, to have a taste of this space, deep in your sadness. As you start to breathe your own feelings, as your monsters will become a cloud of colorful vapors, your answer will come to you in an envelope gifted by an angel. On the top world, sadness is nothing more and nothing less than a simple breath of air. Under the world, sadness is a factory of questions and answers, but you must turn it on.

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Roberto Palu