They say that flowers start to fall when they die.
I didn’t understand why,
why such a pretty thing should suffer
an acrid downfall,
under the influence of gravity.
But I guess now, I finally know why.
because today, I feel like I’m falling.
And the strong foundation I tried to build
for more that twenty-thousand years
is starting to crumble,
right below the sole of my feet.
and I feel the water flowing
coming from the inside.
and I feel cold.
I knew,
I’ve been dying.

sadness is material.
the sobs my foundations for something stronger
the tears cement for my brick towers
the pain to remind me that this is real.
this is real.
i am a person and i am real.
i was born and one day i will die,
but this sadness, with its melancholy hope,
is the material to make my existence worthwhile.
i am sad, and one day i will not be sad.
but whilst i am sad i will create things so that
when i look back on my bad days
i will smile and understand that
it’s not all bad.
sadness is material,
there to prove me - and everyone else - wrong.