I squeeze them with my hands to stop. It occurs to me how close happiness and sadness are. So closely knitted together. Such a thin line, a thread-like divine that in the midst of emotions, it trembles, blurring the territory of exact opposites. The movement, as minute as the thin thread of a spider's web that quivers under a raindrop. I think of the past; how quickly a moment of love was snapped away to a moment of hate. One action, one comment, one betrayal to steal it all away. Of how love and war stand upon the very same foundations. How, in my darkest moments, my most fearful times, when faced, became my bravest. When feeling at your weakest, you end up showing more strength, when at your lowest are suddenly lifted above higher than you've ever been. They all border one another, those opposites, and how quickly we can be altered. Despair can be altered by one simple gesture offered by a stranger; confidence can become fear by the arrival of one uneasy presence. Everything is on the verge, always brimming the surface, a slight shake, a tremble sends things toppling. How similar emotions are. A veil hangs between the two opposites, a mere slip of a thing that is transparent to warn us or comfort us. You hate now but look through this veil and see the posibility of love; you're sad now but look through to the other side and see happiness. Absolute composure to a complete mess - it happens so quickly, all in the blink of an eye.
I am terribly sorry.
