Sadness I find reducible to a sum of its more pointed constituents

a dissociation I practice perhaps in attempt to blunt its impact

an act of diagnosis less sought after in the face of pleasure

Sadness is a destination much like Rome

although maybe the lack of differentiable outcomes across the various roads traveled

may suggest it to more accurately signify the journey rather than the traveled path

whether I begin at frustration or denial

shock or displeasure

the first step is never an initiative but of consequence

following what bursts the meniscus of tolerable change