"Sorrow like rain makes roses and mud."
~ Austin O'Malley ~
Sometimes I just feel sad in a non-specific sort of way:
maybe it's sorry for myself and the perceived hardship of my day,
or maybe it has something to do with the broader human condition.
Whatever it is,
I can't will myself out of it.
It seems to want desperately to be acknowledged and felt.
I honor my sadness whenever it shows up.
