Sadness

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
I wanted to write a little thing on sadness.

Submitted: March 13, 2016

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Often those in a deep sadness will dissipate from the rooms attention, becoming only an obstacle by those who unknowingly ignore their presence. Their silence is purely silence, and not a romanticised show of character. The talk around them, even the words spoken directly to them, is only clutter in a human rubbish heap of thought. 

Their poor posture is the bodies non-purposeful expression of brokenness. Similar to Picasso's blue period, their physical presence is weak and un-flattering. A single glance at these people can shatter them like glass, as their frail existence is terrified of another's judgement. 

These people are ticking bombs, bombs that vary between each individual. No amount of armchair psychology can kill their fuse - they're going to need the bomb squad. Each person is equipped with a specific set of wires, and you don't want your amateur hands to be playing with potential atomic's. 

 


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