The sadness swells. It pulses along the body, pushing up through the throat. Squeeze it down. It dissipates momentarily, covering the body with insentience, dousing the senses. The pressure surges once more. It presses against the insides. Squeeze. Up it goes. Swallow hard. Please, press it down. It swells. Hold it in. Squeeze the eyes shut. It comes, in waves. The stomach aches and tightens but it is no use. The eyes. It seeps out the eyes. Moisture mounts. Drops of sadness fall. The dark cloud leaves.