I like to be sad. I cherish the sincerity of it, the privacy & otherness. Silent grief is a pain I trust; it is a trunk I carry on my travels, filled with memory and longing, filled with the last remnants of loves and voices long since turned to silent dust. Sorrows are the lost treasures of my fallen empires, the ruins of my forgotten histories. For me, to grieve is to touch again some lost, bright joy--sometimes the only joy I know. Grieve, and be alive; do not numbly die.
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