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.