Sadness, my friend: you are with me lately, so I attempt to hold onto you. I need quiet time behind closed doors. I need to be alone so I can hear the timbre of my own voice echo over you. At times, not belonging feels familiar. I sometimes feel the need to seem much happier than this, in order to make other people feel at ease. But I can’t fend much off– I’m dallying with you, sadness, for the moment. You are desperate enough for my attention that you are squeezing my heart.