i was thinking of that as i headed up the stairs today... my minding wandering between thoughts of being sad when i have to be away and about how sadness differs from sorrow - and the degrees of separation between the two.
: : the space between sadness and sorrow : :
sadness is a passing feeling; something i know will end.
sorrow? it wrenches my gut and stays and stays and stays. it is here. there. everywhere. inescapable.
it is present and past conjoined.
it seems to have its genesis in regret, doesn't it? it feels that way, anyway...
what do you think?
: : karen anne