Let's talk feelings...

My head is resting on clammy palms and sighs don't seem to be remedy enough, it is late and I am sad. In this state I reset myself. 

It seems to be that sadness is the weighted blanket of childhood, a comfort that caresses and sits beside me, a feeling I am familiar with and one I am not scared of.

This twisted stomach is viable proof of feeling. Sometimes, for days on end, that streamlined connection is closed and i don't feel much at all, this is a greater loss. Sadness does something to a person, it grounds them.

Currently, the night is drawing to a close and after a productive day, I have no justification for feeling this way. Something that scares me is how dull my phone makes my emotions and i don't realise it until i feel them again. 

There isn't much point to what I'm writing right now, but if you're reading this, take your sadness as evidence of your beautiful and miraculous existence.