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sadness is a hard, cold hand encosconed in dread, gripping your heart and squeezing every tiny drop of joy from the well of hope that used to exist.

waiting is staring out at the night sky, listening out for your name to be called, knowing that no one knows of your existence.

parting is going through the motions, keeping emotions under cloak, walking, walking, misery with a bottle of wine before the realisation hits you and you wonder why you hadn't thought to cry.

uncertainty is knowing that you have not been in control and never will be, that time has willed its slippery way past you and you are left at the end of Time, wishing you never were.

silence is being in a group and having laughter echo all around, with your laughter being the loudest of all and you noticing your own laughter, crystal clear and shrouded in farce, uncertainty and sadness.

grief is having a precious part of yourself being forcefully dug out and hidden where it can no longer be found. and though you may function like before - on clockwork - things have changed and you will never forget the missing part of yourself.

an eternity lasts as long as you are unsure of yourself, when release just needs one answer, but instead sees you meandering along, plodding along the path called Life, with no end or answer in sight.