11/09/2026

 

I carry a feeling of sadness with me always.

It lives in all sorts of places within me.

Sometimes I keep it in my pocket.

Sometimes it is wrapped around me like a shawl.

Sometimes I wear it on my feet, like a pair of uncomfortable sandals.

When I am smiling, I feel it in my cheeks. But the sadness is like a piece of food stuck between my teeth that no-one told me about, and then I only see it once I look in the mirror.

My body is built to carry extra feelings.

There is enough of me to feel in multitudes.