Some days the Sad is heavy, sharp-cornered and rough. I can’t pretend it’s easy to carry. ‘Cheer up,’ says the world. ‘Smile. You’re not trying hard enough – be jolly, be grateful, choose happy. You should be ashamed of that Sad, it’ll spread.’
Listen world, I’ve had enough. It simply isn’t fair. You made your place beautiful and filled it with love, with flowers that bloom for a while, with children that grow, and with hearts that stop beating in the end. Night follows day. Summers end. So let me have Sad, I need it to live my life full.
