There's not just one kind of sadness, and at least one of those kinds is good
It's a clean sorrow that I attempt to word here, it's like beautiful classical music, or sweet memories in a photo album, i'm definitely of the former type, photo albums don't do much for me, but remembering those times with an inner eye can be sadly sweet.
Other sadnesses I feel are destructive and wear us down. A lovely kind is sorely needed perhaps if my preconceived notions of my readers here is even 1% accurate.
When this kind of the blues descends upon my brow I want it to linger for as long as possible, talking about it is dangerous I have found because there are usually kindhearted people trying to cheer ya up, and then it's like you're thrust out in a howling blizzard of optimism, when you were safe and secure with a warm fireplace in the abode of Adagios.
Other sadnesses I feel are destructive and wear us down. A lovely kind is sorely needed perhaps if my preconceived notions of my readers here is even 1% accurate.
When this kind of the blues descends upon my brow I want it to linger for as long as possible, talking about it is dangerous I have found because there are usually kindhearted people trying to cheer ya up, and then it's like you're thrust out in a howling blizzard of optimism, when you were safe and secure with a warm fireplace in the abode of Adagios.
46-50, M
