A passing sadness seems to wash over out of the blue. How even a happy memory can make one sad. But to be sad is because you experienced the good.

 

And now? Cling to memories until maybe they too - fade away. Maybe to happier times, until you sit in the dark. Wondering, thinking. Everything just stopped.

 

In my heart of hearts, I wish... I just want to sit here for a little while I think, and let it wash over me.