This inexplicable sadness. This sadness rooting from deep down below. This sadness urging me to finally write. This hollow, crazy sadness. I cannot control it. It's sprouting from within, the shrubs thorny and harsh, it's hurting me all the way. It's hurting me all the way, it's hurting me so much.

I don't know what to do with it. Do I hold this baby and cradle it in my arms, do I push it to my chest tightly and suffocate it? It is suffocating me. It is suffocating me, I don't know what to do with it.

Do I throw it away? But it's throwing me away faster, it's cutting off my strings, it's wounding, stabbing, slashing THASH THASH THASH.

This inexplicable sadness that is hurting me so much -- what do I do with it?