Sadness

 Currently 1:42am. These were taken at the fair I went to, a few months ago. There's something to be said about true sadness. It's almost dampening ocean, as if one cannot grasp something to take in air. It's subtly at times takes you by surprise as it opens a way for your sadness to gush out wails of anguish. True sadness is heavy, like a weight that is unmoving, unbearably heavy, it crushes your ribs as it sits upon your lungs. When I took these this goat, kept itself alive only barely, people say that the eyes are the windows to the soul.

 If so, then the soul of this animal has been burdened by true sadness for an eternity. It lied there, hoping for some food or attention from something, reaching out it's face for the hope of pleasing monstrous children. Hope had left this animal since birth it seemed like. So my heart ached, for a moment at least, so much my eyes had begun to clutch salty water. I stepped back, away from it, and regained composure. Back to my life of pleasure, and selfishness, eating meat and thinking nothing of others. Back to reality, back to the time of relaxation and thinking only of what I would consume next. So I consumed away consumed like the demon I was. I am.