While the world sleeps, I lay on my bed, broken inside and awake. When the world is awake my heart cries to be unconscious. When I see someone happy I’m reminded how sad I am. When I see grieving, my sorrow increases. Living without you hurts! A.W.
She was a genius of sadness,
immersing herself in it,
separating its numerous strands,
appreciating its subtle nuances.
She was a prism through which
sadness could be divided
into its infinite spectrum.
Jonathan Safran Foer