When sadness takes me,
my head is my bedroom
and my bedroom has not been cleaned.
I cannot see the floor.

Sometimes I am so sad
that I put it on a paper.
With the energy left,
I pick up a pen
or type a key,
and then:

I AM SAD.

And there it is,
the sadness,
there you are,
without clutter.

Sometimes I am so sad
that I write it down.
So I can look at the sadness,
there,
away from me.