A Vague Sadness
I’m happy. Not happy-happy, but more like content. Well, not content-content, but it’s more of a calm. But the calm doesn’t hold a spiritual radiance of knowing, rather it offers a feeling that is more of a quiet silence. Yeah that’s it, a feeling of silence. It’s like a prolonged moment of respectful silence one would give for something that has died.
Although this silence has qualities of being hollow, it is not an empty silence. Nor is it a dark silence, the kind that exists in the bowels of depression. But still, there is an unexplainable degree of sadness to it. A vague sadness that never seems to be completely erased. Always present, and often concealed, it rests in its own silence behind a thin wall of building tears.