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Tidal Waves
Sadness as flood geometry, not metaphor only.
Sadness arrives as tidal math — hope displaced, light under water, the chest learning new altitudes.
Grief and sorrow walk beside the body like witnesses who will not leave when the room asks them to.
Despair is not a personality. It is exhaustion with better vocabulary.
The text refuses sweet oblivion as a happy ending. If a glimmer exists, it is noted without parade: night continuing, breath continuing, the flood not finished.
The waterline is still marked on the door.
JV · Dark Heart Labs