Sylvia, Vincent, Virginia, Hemingway, Kurt, Jim, Amy, Robin, Prince...
There is a lot of sadness in the world.
People wear their tough faces to cover the surface.
They try to mask all the sadness and anger,
but it is all over despite their effort.
No matter how hard they try to ignore it,
it is right there in their eyes,
if one would only bother and look closer.
As we become afraid of being sad,
When the maddening silence becomes too loud, sadness crawls on us.
And as we try to distract this sadness,
We tend to become restless.
I have not seen the world more restless than now.
The unending cycle of births and deaths, beginnings and endings have never been this fast.
It has accelerated over time and no one wants to stay put.
Everybody is leaving some one or something in exchange for some one or something.
And there are those who leave us permanently, in exchange for nothing.