I find a strange comfort in sadness.
It’s what I know and no one can ever take it from me because there is nothing to take.
It almost feels a little like home to me, like it’s where I belong.
I grew up here and it’s the place I always return to….
No matter what I do or where I go in life I always end up back here.
For me, there is a distinct fear in happiness.
Deep seated and unrelenting because I know deep down it won’t last. It’s never truly mine, and eventually something or someone will take it away because it doesn’t belong to me.
Like you never did.