Happiness.
I've always thought about it you know.
Pure joy.
What must it feel like to be happy without a burden.
To smile just because the sky is blue or the stars seem to shine brighter today .
To be kind without thinking of the past.
To be solely happy and content with life.
But i don't see it there.
I don't see anybody happy no,not even my own mother.
With her anger and her words and gentle actions and her smiles.
She isn't happy then again was she ever truly happy.
And so my curiosity about this one emotion has me on edge all day and night.
Where do I find it and how
Is a at a place
Is it a person
Is it a thing.
I sound sick don't I.
The irony of Happiness being my sickness.
