What Is Sadness?

I have always been fond controlling emotions who attacked with too much surprise.

Like lightning and avalanche on a melancholic season.

I grieve for everything never turned out to be right.

I am always running and floating, until I drown.

And everything is lost.

Sadness, what is sadness?

Happiness, what is happiness?

I could never distinguish them apart.

Escaping like a prisoner afraid to be caged for too long.

But when shall I be happy?

Conforming and letting everything die.

I have seen this scenario six years ago.

I can see his face crying and his eyes begging.

But I am too stubborn to look backwards and my feet unattached to my heart, left.

It's been a while since I thought although nothing remains.

Just a memory and that is all.

And I know someday, each feelings that come will just be a memory.

What is sadness?

But a weary mind and a heavy heart.

What is sadness?

But an inconsolable sulky eyes and wet eyelashes.

What is sadness?

But a lifeless body and typing hands writing how much it hurts.