Sadness is a sunset. Budding from the ending of a bright, fun day, it slowly transforms in to a glorious mess of colour and life, beautiful, unknowing, unaware of what darkness is soon to come. The gloom of night storms over the wonderful life of day, shadowing out any pleasure left with the colours in the sky. Like sadness, this new darkness creates a new pleasure of its own. Your first look at night will show it as eerie and unforgiving, well, everything that must be avoided does lurk in the shadows, but over time the night will grow on you. You will notice the many tiny speckles of light, hope, dotted on the sky like paint on a canvas. And oh, how lonely they may look if you focus on one, but grouped together can form amazing works of art, constellations worthy of the gods. Though sadness may come over your horizon, there will always be a string of lights, or just a lit candle, awaiting your notice.
This was originally part of a story I wrote for a school exam, but as the story continued, it no longer fit with it. I ended up removing this and making the story shorter. Though this piece didn't fit in the story, I still really like this piece and thus why i wanted to share it.