Once a friend of mine said to me: "Is there anything more romantic than sadness?" I completely disagreed with him. Perhaps because he meant despair, due to a negative and significant event, such as the end of a love. In that case, you find yourself laughing, crying, screaming, and sleeping within the span of an hour. Appetite is lacking, a thousand thoughts and philosophies tear your brain apart.
Yes, very romantic, but by sadness I mean something else... Sadness doesn't shatter your brain like a tidal wave, but it sneaks inside like a parasite, a leech that slowly, slowly, slowly sucks your life force. You don't know where it came from, why it came, WHEN it came, and most importantly, you don't know if one day it will tire of you and leave. Precisely for this last reason, you pull out your best card, a characteristic of humans in general: the ability to adapt.
Therefore, you learn to live with it, to recognize its presence and to accept it. No emotional peaks, neither highs nor lows... Long walks where your thoughts start from something silly (a door slamming) and end up at something absurd, passing through many kilometers of shores and gray meanderings.
Sadness dulls you in waves, gives you headaches, but never the urge to scream, to vent, there's no need for it.
Sadness is watching the road with passing cars, sitting on a wall, without saying "I cannot do this, I must move, act, fight." There's no need, you've adapted. Perhaps you need to have the predisposition, there are those who will never go through it.
Melancholy is something else, it's a memory from the past that strikes your head.
Sadness has no reason to be there, but it makes you glad that it's time to go to bed, with your thousand ghosts under the blankets.
Meanwhile, the Piano Magic CD has ended... I hope one day you'll leave my memories, I hope to forget you, but it will be difficult.
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By mybloodystar
There are days when you just don't want to get out of bed, but go back under the covers and continue the interrupted dream.
Listening to the music of Piano Magic, one is captivated by the ethereal and melancholic atmospheres, the spleen that permeates their songs.