The guest

 It's weird how this genuine sadness appears 

out of nowhere

out of some primal forgotten place inside our amygdala. 

No thought, not a single strain of logic could break it

nothing can change its form.

It comes graciously and viciously

it doesn't creep on you, 

It's sudden and covers the whole body

just now, it's immediate sadness

urgent sadness.

You can't leave it for later,

it commands to be lived right now.

It's a different manifestation of the will to live.

This sadness has its own needs, and you ought to respond to them now.

You meet it at the door like a thief who needs shelter now.

You feed it, and once it feels safe within you, it'll start telling stories, tales.

Your eyelids get heavy. 

You beg for it to go to sleep, to rest, to leave you even unconscious,

just to leave you alone.