Sadness is just a feeling
Where melancholy is a your breath
Where as empty is an absence
Hollow is a dark and scorching abyss
Where gratitude is a fleeting fervent choice
Anguish is an all consuming hungry beating heart
And sorrow
Sorrow is not the right word
Sorrow is a sparrow dipping and diving thriving in the wind
Controlled by the breeze
And tossed aside by the storm
And mourning is a homophone for morning
Which makes sense because the morning after mourning
You miss being able to feel
Anything at all
Sadness is a feeling
Melancholy is your breath catching for the first and last time
Dec 9, 2025
Dec 9, 2025 at 5:28 PM UTC
Sadness is just a feeling
Where melancholy is a your breath
Where as empty is an absence
Hollow is a dark and scorching abyss
Where gratitude is a fleeting fervent choice
Anguish is an all consuming hungry beating heart
And sorrow
Sorrow is not the right word
Sorrow is a sparrow dipping and diving thriving in the wind
Controlled by the breeze
And tossed aside by the storm
And mourning is a homophone for morning
Which makes sense because the morning after mourning
You miss being able to feel
Anything at all
Sadness is a feeling
Melancholy is your breath catching for the first and last time
