Sadness is a Thing. Not a Place as 409 somewhere, a cul-de-sac, or lane. A Thing. Bigger or smaller than a Bread Box, or not. That black Shoe, this material Cup, and rightly so. A Thing. A crooked Vein to the Heart, any geometric Thing is sadness. Sadness is a Place. Not a Thing as leather belt, paper clip, or rain. A Place. Somewhat silent, or simply humid, or not. That Dressed-Grass Hill, this Blue-Green Sea and justly so. A Place. A South or North from the soul, any Air-Filled Place is sadness. Sadness is a Person. Not any one thing, nor place as: black shoe, or blue-green sea. A Person. Who gives without taking. Who takes without knowing, or not. That Lynn of the Thought, this Ed of the Heart, and sadly so. A Person. A Swollen Shadow whose any Person you can Fold is sadness.
Reason for writing:
Relationships/parent's health=life in general
Birth sign: Cancer
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