If you were to ask me why I felt sad, I couldn’t tell you, because I don’t know the answer.
I have nothing to grieve over, no worries or problems, but still there is a deep sense of sorrow filling my heart.
Where is it coming from or perhaps not where, but who.
Sad, alone, scared, running away.
Trying to think of all the possibilities, all the people. Eventually I will find the source of this feeling. Eventually I will have the chance to make it stop.