The obsession of Sadness is to dissolve layers of ones comfort, charming its customers into solitude and pain, and change their perception upon sharp objects. Or is it…? Those ones magnetic to sadness attract something else that is more fascinating and nonetheless painful as advertised. Falling from the surface of world’s turmoil to unknown intriguing places right there in self assimilation is not as dreadful as it seems to be. Tears lubricate the way down, people would rather turn back, god doesn’t exist and you feel the same about your own existence. Once you get there you will understand that fear doesn’t exist, your feelings have more sense, thoughts are just beginning, the sky is not blue, and your numbness is quite a thirst. Far from the sun’s light and warmth, first… stop thinking you are dead, you will have one of me to teach you breathe with your spirit. Second sight, those are waves you feel in the distance and I will not let you drown once they get here. Once you have a taste of this space deep in your sadness; once you start to breathe your own feelings; once your monster becomes a cloud of colorful vapors… third sight, on the top world sadness is nothing more and nothing less than a simple breathe of air.