The Kingdom of Melancholy

Yes, I am the Queen of the Kingdom of Melancholy, and now I may give you a few instructions about how this realm works. First of all, you should walk around here barefoot: leave your shoes on the bay, and your prejudices and stereotypes as well. We don't have space, nor time, for those who doesn't understand the beauty of naked feet touching the grass.

That is the second instruction: we aprecciate all the little things in the world, as if each scene were divided in frames, and I only observe them all. It's impossible to find out happiness at the big things - only who experienced tragedies understands what I am talking about - so, we have to search for refugee inside the details. As a matter of consequence, you should beware of the tiny flowers along the path, they're very precious, though they seem fragile.

But soon you'll discover: with fragility comes such a beautiful type of strength.

The third instruction is very simple: don't talk way too much. We don't accept the babblers. If you have to say something, make sure it's important, useful or beautiful. If what you want to talk isn't anything like that, don't talk. One of our most important resources around the realm is silence. We live from it. We live for it. Those who waste silence are banned.

Well, now it's time for some explanations about our Kingdom.

I don't know what happiness is about. I simply don't feel it. I have inside my chest a rock, who pulls me down eventually, making me cry like a little child or making me search for complete loneliness. That's the reason I can wear a crown (and you can't): I conquered it through pain and anguish.

Furthermore, we are loners. We don't need other people. You won't see parties or feasts around here. I am inside my own world. I experienced the life outside the Kingdom and I disliked every bit of it. I'm hidden, and you should hide too.

And if you aren't scared and if you are willing to make part of the realm, now I can tell you about the gift we have. It's not always raining. Sometimes we have this warm and beautiful Sun above our heads, melting our hearts, giving to us hope that we will be whole again. 

When I feel fine, it's not some kind of easy-cheap happiness: it's a deep feeling of joy, so deep I can't barely understand completely, and that feeling reconstructs the parts I lost on the way. So, watch your steps, because you may find my fragments over the garden of the realm.

My fallen pieces are the tiny flowers I told you about.