writing and a blurry drawing
i sat by the water. there was something about the breeze or where the sun shone in the sky that reminded me of...something. i closed my eyes and tried to focus on what it was. i felt comfort. i felt calm.
it felt familiar and soothing. i spoke softly to myself to coax my senses into triggering my memories and give words to my thoughts.
it is sadness, i finally revealed.
a slow, comforting sadness.
a kind of sadness that has no reason or meaning.
a kind of sadness that rushes and swirls through your chest, reaching deep into your tissues and courses through your veins. it stays only for the time you allow it.
i feel like resting here a while.
it felt familiar and soothing. i spoke softly to myself to coax my senses into triggering my memories and give words to my thoughts.
it is sadness, i finally revealed.
a slow, comforting sadness.
a kind of sadness that has no reason or meaning.
a kind of sadness that rushes and swirls through your chest, reaching deep into your tissues and courses through your veins. it stays only for the time you allow it.
i feel like resting here a while.