Everyhing is sad, my soul is sad, my eyes are pathetically sad. My body is sad.
Sadness is the feeling that defines all, reveals all and exposes all.
Sadness is beautiful.
Sadness is realization.
Sadness is perfect, pure, and purged in the fiery hights of our minds.
Sadness is sister to lonelyness, and neice to depression.
For depression sleep sound, while in the midths of success sadness is truly lonely.
Everything is sad. Sad.
Like me.