Sadness…
…it’s in my hair, like a hideous shadow, while it viciously slides thru my whole body, like an old rug. I could not push it away while leaping thru the disillusion moments of my life, while it vegetated on my meaningless words. You sat in front of me and yet… yet you are a dummy, a very silent one, a scary one; unable to spell a word or feeling.
…I try to pass the virgin rays of morning thru you, in an uncanny execution of my soul, make you talk to me, make you break the puzzling silence but… well you do not talk and everything, everything is under the sultan of sadness.
…I am so tired I could scream. I am ready to get up and give you a good powerful shake. I want to put some sense in you, but where should I get this so called sense? Now we are moving, like cubist statues in a fake, cheap Picasso.
Sadness is making me play a hideous chess game with the stars. It’s a game I cannot win but I keep on playing like a puppet; same moves, same scheme. In the endless tunnel of life I am just a stranger, a lost soul, a guardian with nothing to guard. The only thing my eyes see, the only thing they want to see is that door. However, outside it’s cold, there is a Siberia waiting for me out there- white and organized, true killer of the soul. Inside; inside there is sadness, wrapping her long sensual arms around you. I do not feel jealous.
I know… I am SADNESS



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This is a pretty old piece, jet I felt like posting it again. Sorry if you read it before! :(

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