There is a sadness that a smile can hide. That laughter and chatter can drown. That even the eyes cannot betray. It is buried deep, so deep that its melancholy is hardly perceptible. If not for the cruel visitation of unheard whispers that pierce the silences, one can almost forget that the deep sadness exists. And sometimes one is tempted to hope that it can be forgotten, ignored.
And yet no sadness, no matter how deep it has been buried, will remain unaffecting. All sadness is restless – it cannot be kept from growing in the dark of night, until it seeps through the surface. Then it becomes a sadness that a smile can no longer hide. That laughter and chatter can do nothing to drown. That the eyes can – and will – betray.
