Sadness: The Storm Inside the Room

The room was once quiet, filled with ordinary days and passing light. But slowly, something unseen began to rise from within.

Memories gathered like heavy clouds on the ceiling, spilling colors of grief that no walls could contain.

Soon the floor turned into a restless sea, and the silence grew deeper than the waves.

Sometimes the storm does not come from the sky. Sometimes it grows quietly inside us— until even the safest place we know begins to drown in our own thoughts.