(this is an unfinished post I started 16 months ago)
Sadness is not an art form. And those that dabble in melancholy for beauty's sake are the emotionally affluent and spoiled. Akin to the wealthy who move to Africa to shoot lions because their pocket books and schedules can afford it. Happiness is a lion. The sound of happiness a lion's roar. Joy a tiger. Peace a crane. Love a motherland. Sadness is a snake. Sadness is a hiss and a slither and a snake.
