mel·an·chol·y/ˈmelənˌkälē/

A deep, pensive, and long-lasting sadness…

So tightly woven with absence. The absence of all you once held close. A longing for all you never will. A cry not to be hushed, a void never to be filled. A quiet storm that mothers grace and beauty above all.

melancholy |ˈmelənˌkälē| by Richard Brocken