A friend asks me to see her, saying she was feeling blue. We talk for a while, and I can tell she is tired. She is one of the most hardworking people I know. I look up to her.
As we say our goodbyes, she tells me never to let sadness find a home in me. She says that with such dolefulness in her eyes. I tell her that it’s alright. There is nothing wrong with being sad sometimes. It keeps you grounded.
She says that it does not work that way. Sadness arrives as a guest, but makes itself comfortable in no time. It stays.
I tell her that is what makes it beautiful. The sadness stays. Not many things do.
She laughs. We both laugh.
I leave her place thinking about a sad song I had been listening to the other day. I hope that she feels better soon.
Outrageously Erratic 
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