2 Sad Writers That Can Fade Your Colors
This is a unique level of sadness. This is declaring war against anything that carries a smile. This is pure pain. This is “emotional chaos” which is beyond our understanding.
Like a birth pain, but in the darkest way possible. Like being forced to come to this earth. And finding sadness in any kind of existence…
Arthur Rimbaud
The restless soul. He was searching, searching, searching… Maybe not for happiness, but for any piece of meaning? Writing until the age of twenty-one and quitting just like that! You gave us an ice cream invaded by ants.
Traveling extensively on three continents and writing letters… Those letters are the definition of art you knew that right? What were you thinking? Did you think that you could escape? So, you moved so fast to forget about yourself? You made a very big mistake. Now the world doesn’t forget you. Not even for a single day. You are remembered. And you never wanted to be…
Franz Kafka
Not only his words but his philosophy was broken. And he was the only person breaking them all the time. Every day, every hour, every second… He just couldn’t stop drilling his own heart. Maybe he wrote to be healed but it only got worse. He was capable of doing anything, even being happy, but he never asked for it. His existence became a warning for us. We all respected his intelligence but never wanted to be like him. No worries. No one can be like him. Our dearest global warning for sadness…
