All the Sadness in the World

It’s not that I want to see, I want to be, I want to contain all the sadness that ever existed. Each tear drop beading to a tip that drips off the edge of an eyelid. Cause I feel possessive; it’s mine, I’m the one sad. It’s not that I’m possessive, I’m the one sad. I don’t want all the sadness in the world because it is not all mine, and there’s other people crying, and other people drear, it’s not mine alone. So I don’t own it; not this sadness! 

I don’t want to contain it all cause it’s not this sadness that I’m made of. I’m the rainbow after the sadness; I’m the smile after the tears. I need to keep wading; reaching�"you don’t know that we're looking in mirror, that that reflection is mirror, that I am seeing you on the riverbed. Each stroke is my hand reaching to you and world, you will take me, you will grasp me, you will love us. We’re all trying to swim up against the net, and some of us are breaking the surface; we’re all reflections of each other. So I need to save myself to save you, the tree needs to live to foster squirrels. 

It’s that when I read of your sadness, that ache that aches within me, ripened up, and I knew the same as you knew�"it felt like mine.

Author's Note

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