It has rotten green and brown colour, like decomposing leaves.
It smells of failure, of cheated promises, of angry feelings and petty jealousy.
It feels rough like sandpaper and cut deeper than a butcher’s knife.
It tastes copper, when you bit your inner cheek to stop words from spilling out.
It sounds like wailing, like crying for help.
It pushes people away. It barricades the doors of happy and peaceful. It is a cage in which we lock each other voluntarily.