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There is comfort in sorrow, a depressing warmth that is somber, yet soothing. It’s a heavy blanket around cold shoulders, and warm hands on frozen ears. It’s returning to an empty home after a long trip—to find solace, but also solitude. It’s waking up to a dark sky, wondering if it’s nighttime or just the storm clouds.
Sometimes, sorrow feels like the only truth. Sometimes, it feels as if everything is a dream and sorrow is the only reality to wake up to.
Sometimes, sorrow is the sobering moment in which I realize—ah, I’m finally back here.