(Even when you are longing:)
Sadness can not be shared.
You may talk about to one person, to ten, to hundreds.
Even if being empathic: No one will feel the same. None will (be able to) share your sadness.
Same goes for love, for any of your feelings. They are unique.
You are unique.
I am unique.
The peace of the night.
And what is when they grow 232 kg of sweet corn to produce one litre of ethanol?
Now, that's organised stupidity / crime.
I am not willing to share.
|Kestrel, not in need of maize/ethanol.|