the great ocean of sadness I am unhappy. I am morose. I am blue. I am downcast. I am sorrowful. I am melancholic. I could probably write 10 volumes of what makes me sad; but if you asked me to write why I was sad, I would probably need 10 minutes to think. You see, to the naked eye, I am "perfectly okay", but maybe if you cared or asked the right questions, I am 'profusely depressed'. Maybe I am sad because I have no friends and no one would listen to me. Maybe I am sad because I most probably will not amount to anything. Maybe I am sad because I am trapped and I am tired of being a prisoner. Maybe I am sad because I can't even kill myself to make all the voices stop. This is it, and there is so much more. They often use sailing as a metaphor for #life. I am just rowing my boat, adjusting my sails, looking for some rest, some land, some happiness while I am in the great ocean of sadness.