Happiness is held in moments that go unrecognised. Fleeting like a dream that you try to clutch hold the memory of. But sadness is heavy and dark, it weighs the body and shadows even the brightest moments. I think that's one of life's most bittersweet traits; to hold secret moments of joy until they are only reminiscent memories. But when the day has drained from the sky, and the dark velvet blanket of blackness hangs still, these moments are more powerful than all the sadness before it.
