Moments of melancholy hit me when I least expect them to, as pieces of your presence sneak up and find their way into my path. When I try to move forward, I see you staring at me like you had never seen a face before. Moments like those are difficult to forget, much less erase. But, oh, how lucky I am. How carefree and easy life must be for the unencumbered. Well, there is no such thing as unencumbered. Carefree is an illusion created by the miserable. Those who know joy most also know melancholy. Those who know joy and melancholy cannot be carefree. Those who know joy and melancholy cannot be miserable. Well, they can't be permanently miserable anyway. The human heart is so complex.
"oooh, darlin' don't you know. the darkness comes and the darkness goes...happiness ain't never how you think it should be so" -- Duncan Shiek
"the sadness flows like water/and washes down the heartache...my heart is full/my heart is wide/ the saddest song to play/on the strings of my heart..." Sinead O'Connor
"I can't do the walk/I can't do the talk/I can't be your friend/Unless I pretend/So give me the song and I'll sing it like I mean it/Give me the words and I'll say them like I mean it" -The Feeling
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