Sadness strikes you like waves, reverberating back and forth all those moments you want to run away from. All tumbling down all of a sudden, cascading down like a ferocious waterfall. Hitting you so hard that you just turn heavy at heart like how the salty water weighs down all your clothes while standing at the seashore as the frothy sea waves strikes you. The waves comes all from far afar violently disolving onto other waves and evolving into a newer one, and sadness is so. It springs forth from a sudden spuring moment and then conjoins with all those silenced sadness within you and evolves into something new and hugely unbearable.
Well the newly evolved waves pacifies again and slowly creeps on to your feet and then as it receeds, it pulls you down into the wet sandiness of the soil. Sadness consumes you slowly like those pacified waves and then pulls you down into the stifling sandiness of our existence curbing all that normal thought process and making you weak. Wet and heavy with the salty waters of your tears, all drenched in the sea water of your sadness, you stand stuck there.
But as the night nears, comes the patrolling officer whistling and you are supposed to take your shoes and go home. Well in real life when you are drenched in sadness patrolling officers might come in many forms but then, even if they don’t you gotta be one yourself for you yourself.
Hence, we ought to take our shoes and go back home. You can come back even the very next day, it’s okay, probably you love the sea. But standing there forever might creep up a craving within the waves to engulf you fully and forever.
