Sadness Flows Back Like a River
Thus, sadness felt like a tasteless gas; it escaped from you with every breath, and you couldn't even sense its shape, yet it pressed firmly against your chest. And the warmth in your eye sockets burned with an aching sting. Your frantic impulses were like those of a sick person with a bare body, with no one who saw you noticing anything unusual, yet you were truly ill. Because your heart had gone missing...
