Sometimes I look at a word or an object and all of a sudden slip down deep into a pit of black oil. This pit coats my chest inside and makes my organs tingly and funny. My throat always tickles. My heart sinks and stomach rises. I can feel my heart beating in my throat, in my stomach. I call it sadness but maybe it's just an alternate state of happiness. Maybe it's just that I feel different and it is uncomfortable and that is what I call sadness: un-comfort