Sadness has become me. For I am more quickly to run into the arms of sadness than I am happiness. To happiness I am a pure skeptic. Searching round and round for cracks and holes. Because happiness can easily be a delusion. It can be dismantled and shown to be much of nothing. But sadness, sadness is never a delusion. It's so real I can grasp it in my hands and hold it while I cry. It sleeps next to me at my bedside. Constantly reminding me of all I've been through. And you must think I'm completely insane and I am. I have a knack for torturing myself with past thoughts and heartbreaks. I don't let go because I'm afraid. I hold on to sadness because it's oh so familiar. I'm not sure how else I could be without my blue friend.