There is something too deep about sadness. Something we all just can’t accept, but we all do know. The strange kind of peace. Something so poetic, something we can’t find anywhere else. The very delicate and rare aesthetic it carries, The vibe it holds, The beauty of the darkness it emits. Something we all secretly crave. If you think deeply, we never want to get over it, we just don’t want it to hurt. It is a love-hate relationship between humans and sadness. The hypocrisy of wanting comfort but pushing everyone away. Wanting to be saved while pretending you are fine, loving the idea of being broken, the secret pleasure of being the sad one. The emptiness we feel when we don’t feel sad. We all are happy at some point in life, but think about it. Is it just happiness? nothing more? Is there not something that we feel so deep but ignored? The contradiction. The completion.