I am sad. I could say it another way: Emptiness claws up through my middle, Approaching my throat, Grasping at my heart, Slowly squeezing till I can't Breathe. But, in the end: I am sad. There is a person out there, A real person, That I found in the ocean of Twitter. To me, they mean the world. But to them, I'm not sure. I am sad. Most of the time, I am sad. But today, it is a different sad. It is a hurting sad. It is a confused sad. It is a not sure if I'm sad, sad. Sad is a strange word. It's three letters, Three letters that don't look like they mean Emptiness Tears Brokenness Loneliness Falling apart Confusion Longing Pining. & yet they do. I am sad. I don't understand. I think it is my fault. I want to lose myself. I don't want to be a person. I want to become words. Words. Little letters sticking to each other. We can't live without them. & yet so many, Never notice. Words. They run through my veins. They cloud my eyes. If you cut me open, My insides would be words. I don't understand. This world. This place. This meaning. This form. I am sad. I attached, Because I thought it was safe. I am sad. I hurt, Because I was hurting. I am sad. I expect, Yet I question my expectations. I want to be words. Tattooed to my skin. Instead of scars. I don't want to love. Because love hurts. Because love isn't words. Because love is real. Because love is pretend. Because love is a denied necessity. Because love is fragile. Because I am sad.