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She wept for him so long and hard
her heart splintered into many pieces.
The wind blew these pieces of her into
all four corners of the earth, blew them far and wide
until no one could find all the missing pieces
and glue them back.

This is how sadness came into being,
and why so many kinds remain unnamed.

She could not have named sadness.
Her heart broke trying to understand it.

Text: Achinette Villamor
Photo: Aileen Siroy, Project 365.

Comments

2 Responses to “How Sadness Was Born, and Why So Many Kinds Remain Unnamed”

  1. jun on March 2nd, 2010 12:39 am

    leave facebook, and update you blog, por favor. *sigh*

  2. Chin on March 13th, 2010 5:18 pm

    Only if you fast-track your sketch project to the names that start with Ach. Hahaha!