without sadness

without sadness

where would we be?

there’d be nothing to compare

perpetual bliss to &

would that not change the very nature of the

game?

would happy really be happy anymore

if it had no opposite?

would summer really be so sunny

without the comfortable

cold

death

of winter

to bring us down & isolate us all

for a moment of

sweet reflection?

 

and don’t deny it

there is a soothing ability which sadness can

bring

that the happy ecstatic just cannot compare &

such happiness, so fleeting,

can always be stolen---

it can always be taken by another

who stumbles upon it

even without motive,

because one’s happiness is so subjective.

 

sadness brings together

people who are moments away from

ending it all,

be it face down on a bar counter or

strolling in a dark rainy city---

these semblances of life do not destroy us

but instead humble us

where happiness will only divide.