I write about my life and life itself seen through my eyes for who can write through the experiences of others if not their own?

Wednesday, August 22, 2007


Sometimes there is sadness, a quiet, long, subdued kind of sadness.

It is a different emotion than the devastating achie feeling of despair. It is a feeling that simply sits there watching the hours go by without a lingering hope of something taking it away.

That sadness does not have a drive, no urgency to it, it is drenched in conformity and resignation like hitting a wall and reaching a dead end, no way out, no place to move forward.

There are no tears in that kind of sadness, no comfort in memories. There is no anger, there are no regrets. There is emptiness that mixes with the hours.

There is sadness, there is emptiness.