The Sparkle

Once was held captive by sadness. I was cold...encaged in strong foiled bars cage I couldn't bring myself to escape from. The surface was covered by mist every dawn which alternates with darkness every dust, neither sun nor moon to be seen. My eyes had long forgotten what brightness can be as I couldn't recall what light was. The heartaches every second my head replayed the moments I've had long ago. Sadness had already conquered every inch of that nonstop beating muscle. Sadness is a part of life we never got to choose but bound to reveal how strong It could bring heroes down. In  two models of sadness, one is useless and another could build a new strong personality that can't be acquired in endless happiness. The useless one is brought by not being able to accept and compel with the facts we already knew its existence. Like how people die, experiencing setbacks, etc. In life, if your feeding spoon is broken into pieces life is supposed to continue. None among us has a...