There's a strange sadness that haunts us all. Sometimes, silence means more than clear words.
I see nonchalance in people, a far away look, as if they were anywhere but where they are.
Some have lost their laughter, some laugh without feeling happy. It's not the ignorance, but the knowledge of how things should be and how they aren't - that makes us bitter.
I find bitterness in people sad, the hatred in their eyes is even more melancholic.

I walk as a strange, in a strange world..

There's beauty in sadness, I see it in the eyes of broken people.. their silence, their lack of care, the way they have shut themselves from the world - convey their defeat.

Sadness is like a rainy day, it's beautiful in it's imperfection.