Most of them often wonder the sadness of emptiness, the sadness of loneliness and the sadness of being lost. The sadness that spreads all over, the sadness that keeps flowing like blood and penetrates into the veins. The sadness that covers everything out even in the illuminating days and the sadness that howls under the gloomiest nights.
The sadness they don’t know and the sadness they can’t see.
And how they would realize this sadness when they haven’t been to the aisle of pain, exodus and loss? Ever? They cannot feel until they immerse into something dejected and their soul weeps. Until they lay awake at nights and breathe out in tiredness and pain.