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Sadness
Dooms and darks of the world cover me. The shadows of unearthly fates flash before my eyes. My heart is so heavy that it can hardly pump yet it feels so empty. My eyes are wet and tired, deep and blank. My muscles are slightly shaking. They are weak and exhausted. my body is overworked, dog tired perhaps. My head is full of undefined thoughts. Paranoia. My lungs can hardly respire. I can hardly breathe. My lips can hardly speak because when they do, fluid form behind my eyes and starts to flow. I see the bright blue sky to be gray and getting grayer. The humid breeze gently touches my dry skin and slowly whispers to my ears the sound of silence. I feel the world's emptiness. The gloomy and cold outside sinks in and chills me to the bones. Next thing I notice, nobody is with me, no one. It is empty with smiles and laughters, empty of voices and hums. What is the vicinity then? Dark clouds and wet ground.

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Happiness

Nature, perhaps. I see the world to be sunny yet slightly windy. The king of light and heat is up. It is yellow and hot. The sky is blue, free from dark nimbus clouds. Grasses are bright green and flowers are really in bloom. The water is rushing to the shore excited to splash in rocks. The multi-colored butterflies are sipping the tasty nectars from blossom to blossom. I hear the birds singing a melodious tune, the sound of shallow river that runs through the valleys and plains, the music brought by the swaying leaves and dancing trunks of the trees as light a breeze blows in. These sounds tickles my eardrums. I smell the aroma of flowering plants that tingles my nostrils and the scent of the fresh air air and saline water of the sea. I feel the touch of the breeze blowing from the ocean and the soft and smooth petals of wild orchids that soothes my skin.
Sports, perhaps. It is winning the championship game, shooting the ball in the basket in the last second, making a home base and hitting the bull's eye.
Love, of course. When the girl says 'yes' to the suitor, when the husband never forgets the birthday of his wife, when the wife kisses her husband goodnight. It is so deep, too deep that I cannot fathom. It is everywhere. Discover it. It is a matter of seeing things not the way they are but the way you want it to be.