I wonder where do all the tears in the world go? Is there somewhere a secret sea or ocean gathering all the sadness in the world? If that exists, I hope I never get to see it.
Sadness is like a wicked, treacherous fog, creeping within us and engulfing all smile, laughter, good thoughts, hope, and happiness.I sometimes think sadness shrinks us, makes us punier, feebler, emptier.
How do you escape it once you got trapped in its insidious embrace? How do you get hold of it to rip it off your breast and throw it at the end of the world, where it can die away? How do you get rid of it?