Alexithymia

Sad, like, red, is a conveniencism.
Nothing is red and no one is sad
but it's easier to imagine they are.

I'm not sad right now but I Iook it.
I pretty much always look sad but
that fails to express the spectra of

submotions and sub-submotions I
feel wash over me every moment
of every day. 'Sad' aims to cram a

galaxy into a single gigantic pixel.
And that is sad.