Cool Sadness

The cool sadness is the worst. The near lack of feelings, the emptiness. You’d think that would be preferable to a veil of tears, but no. It’s like a capped bottle that life keeps shaking. It’s bound to burst, spewing a frothy flow over everything. 

For now, it’s kept in. For how long? Yeah, that’s the question, isn’t it?

Friends text, message to ask if everything’s OK. 

Yes. And no. 

It's the cool sadness that disturbs everyone. Like a painting, a locked little smile, thin lips, maintain.

Nothing tastes good. Eat, drink, walk, talk, work, watch TV, sleep. Maintain. Everyone expects it. The banter, the smart-assed wisecracks, the one-liners.

It helps, being normal – or as normal as it gets. Function, find things to do. Don’t rush to any judgments. Not quite yet.

Find “silver linings.” Text, message back with heartfelt thanks. Be in the moment. Be positive. Exercise, eat right, avoid the booze. 

Give this moment in time a chance. Learn, grow - let go. Let it all go. Live in the now. 

Since that’s all we’ve got.