I miss being sad. That state of mind is something special. Where you have a certain distaste of and distance from the outer world.

Dim lights. Words feel more meaningful. Lyrics become a matter of contemplation. You walk about in life without ambition, purposeless, indifferent to the hustle of the city. Occasionally doing things that makes you happy and retreating back into your shell.

Going back to that sadness requires recreating the circumstances that gave birth to it. It requires partial isolation, inactivity and stagnation. I cannot keep my sadness for the risk of losing more important things. Yet, I will welcome it with a warm smile time and again provided it agrees on not overstaying.