@kazani
Some sadness arrives quietly.
Other sadness seems determined to dress for the occasion.
The music slows. The curtains stay closed. Every sentence sounds like it was written during a thunderstorm.
There's something almost theatrical about being lugubrious.
And yet, sometimes exaggerating the gloom is how we make room for the real thing underneath.
A little melodrama can be strangely honest.
Especially when you're trying to say, "this hurt," without knowing how else to say it.