Joy

All the straight and crooked lines blend together with different colors. A blue canyon, a pink sun, and a red moon. A smile on someone else's face that's contagious because her nose is wrinkled and her eyes squeeze shut so tightly that little tear droplets leak out the corners. Laughter bubbles up in the throat …

Sadness

I close my eyes, and my insides tremble. They're on the verge of falling apart and swirling around inside of me into a liquified mess of blood, bones, confusion, disbelief, startlement, fear, hopelessness, and uncried tears. I want to think of music, but all that comes to mind is poetry about death, sang in notes …