❝ happiness ❞
Earlier, I used to be happy at the mere sight of feathery dandelion spores, lurking and flying in the summer afternoon. Now, even the novelty of big things which was precious at one point, available currently doesn't brings the euphoria it once used to blow. The, usual glimpse of fulfillment once dreamt by starry eyes seems to disappear all of a sudden. What is happiness? The thrill of sobbing your life's out or satisfaction received after punching the wall for the umpteenth time. Is it the silence breathing between the two of us? Or a soulful song playing on repeat. Or the cries of your favourite city in the midnight. The ripples of dopamine and serotonin in our body or cheerfulness of hollow souls. The radiance of children bouncing and stammering or the first lick of ice cream in april, the beginning of summertime. It is a bittersweet drop of emotion, bewitching at first glance but once plagued by deep down sadness it's endlessness is what defines the significance around us. Neither dependent or far away. Contentment is that evening breeze, sweeping emptiness with hopeful carvings. Which leaves you pondering again and again. Do we really need something or somebody to feel happy?
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Diaphanous | poetry ✓
Poetry[ FEATURED IN (LOVE TIDES) READING LIST OF WATTPAD POETRY 2022 ] ❝ let the light pass through you ❞ ── where she put her finger on her lips and let her thoughts wove into apathetic words 【 a poetry collection...
