Ana Daksina writes as yours foolie to point out that we’re all actually so unhappy right now the only happiness many of us can even imagine comes from finding someone they believe to be even unhappier than themselves.
She says: You know it’s true.
She asks: How twisted is that?
A poet is the strangest sort of soul
You in this life may e'er expect to meet
More broken even while more truly whole,
Innocently intending well, more sweet
Than any but a five year old should be
Unfit to meet a callused world's demand
Or to behave aught expediently
All grace in flight; an albatross on land
Do not the all too common error make
Do not fall into the too easy trap
Avoid the fatal egoic mistake
Imagining that poet be a sap
Powerful spirits classic and antique
Give voice when poets ope their mouths to speak