people say life
is a mistery - and that so, is death.
i think life is deeply sad.
and that death is, too.
they are both sad.
life and death.
an enigma at very first
the bucolic naked sunshine
the black butterfly
the beauty in the little things - instantly
It brings me to tears
the way
i tend to decay - and so does every being.
to point it for others
that are to come to see it
I want to say
we saw it
we saw it
we saw it
we saw it
because life
is endlessly sad.
It pushes us down
in a way we can
only spill over the floor and say
I saw it.
all of us without even asking
to be put into this world.