Compound and complex " I feel a sadness so deep that friends wonder why both art and blinds remain undrawn"
The Rebel. Maybe it's because we live in a room with the blinds down and the lights on. Once or twise, perhaps , it is granted us to switch the lights off and open the blinds. Then for a moment the darkness outside becomes the brightness, and the blinds can be opened. Yet only occassionally in life do moments come when we can switch the light off and open the blinds....these are the moments the " SAD POET" can be found in " happiness"