Joy is best expressed in a state of full frontal nudity
No concealment, no disguises
Just the baring of a momentarily unblemished soul
The little girl ecstatic at the sight of her grandmother
The little boy whose box contains the top item on his wish list
The tear rending moment
When a parent sees a child achieve a new level of maturity
Its fatal flaw is its lack of staying power
The moments are simple, few and fleet
Sadness is a stalker
In dark clothes with eyes hidden
A charlatan, playing games
With the fears of the desperate and depressed
An indiscriminate malaise
Eliminating previous traces of progress
Sadness can wash over you like a tidal wave
Establishing permanent residence like a stagnant pool
Rotting away any semblance of sobriety
I sometimes feel myself emitting sadness
Like radiation with a perpetual half life
I check my aura in the mirror
I’m shocked to find a glowing reddish-orange
Like the burning bush on Mt. Sinai
It becomes a nagging addiction
With false promises and increased tolerance
Eating away at all positive impulses
Till you feel your only purpose
Is an endless trek
Further away from your true self
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