And someday, I hope that my sadness will be replaced by something beautiful.
And someday, I hope that my sadness will be replaced by something beautiful.
Jullie zijn overal!
Ondanks alles nog altijd tot loyaliteit geneigd. Helaas wordt die eigenschap met uitsterven bedreigd.
I guess it was when my sadness didn't come in waves anymore. You know, usually they came with the seasons; quick, sudden, coming and going. Like it was a way of nature. But then the waves stopped, and my sadness somehow became the ocean. Mostly still, as my sadness, but then once in a while a wave of happiness would strike instead. But these waves of happiness weren't pure, they were blended with sand. Dirty. Unclear.
Yes. My sadness filled me. Became me. At some point I stopped feeling like me. I felt like someone new. Someone who understood. Someone who understood darkness, demons, who could recognize it in other's eyes. Almost like a power. It's like I could see that everyone were sad.
I don't know if my demons made me paranoid of demons in others, or if they opened up my eyes to how the world really is; sad.
Whatever they did. Here I am.
Gone.
I feel numb. Like that drug they give you before you slip into hours of sleep. But it wouldn't pass. I couldn't wake up, because I felt empty like there wasn't anything there to pull back into life.