‘Why do you write sad?’ you ask, even when I tell you I’m happy with you.
How do I answer you?
I have learned the hard way around that happiness, it isn’t everlasting and people well they too like the seasons change and it is merely foolishness to expect otherwise.
So I have nothing but this, bittersweet as it is, as an answer.
When I write sad, I don’t write it for the present, I write it for the future.