The sadness

The inexplicable sadness is back, after weeks, maybe even months, of letting me live. I foolishly believed that maybe this time the wind took it away, far, far far away, maybe over to some other open window, where it invaded another girls life, eating her from the inside, leaving nothing but the desire of destruction under her fingertips. Maybe it did blow that way, but she was too smart, she found a way to trick it back outside, and it flew around like an orphan only to find a window and a dim light it recognized, and it came back, haunting me with its dreadful silence.