"Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they've all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe" ~ Neil Gaiman (A Game of You)


Wisps of Sadness

A sweet and tender sob wafted through the open window.  The child outside cried softly.  This wasn't the loud and angry wails of a baby without words expressing his displeasure over hunger, boredom, or a messy diaper.  Nor was it the egotistical toddler's cry of frustration that the world refused to cater to her demands.  This was a haunting, knowing cry, the kind a grown up would cry if he hadn't learned to bury the sadness of life under forced optimism, biting sarcasm, or feigned indifference.


Renee said...

I felt this in one of my adopted children...a deep grief almost there before birth...