sadness.
i often find my eyes wet with this emotion.
my cheeks bear the streams of my mistakes.
the tears reach their peak at the end of my chin.
tickling my neck with every given sin.
curiosity.
my eyes speculated the thought of happiness.
how it was achieved-
how much was enough-
the guilt that was heavy on my chest
caused one to stray in hope of a cure for her illness.
happy.
i obtained strong cravings for perfection
they disappeared when my fingertip met the top of the ablazed object
the synthetic flame reached the end of my wage
crackle, snap, pop
smoke begins to emerge
carrying with it every worry, every regret
to unite as one with the clouds in the sky
i was high.
numb.
days turned into weeks.
my sadness was gone.
replaced by a feeling that felt too right to be wrong.
my eyes appeared bleeding
but at least they were dry
my own personal cloud of happiness dawned from every hopeless sigh.
empty.
i was appeased with no longer feeling pain.
my body felt hollow.
i wondered what else went away in my smog.
is it possible my dreams themselves grew their own wings
and flew away with my unwanted sensations.
was that what was wrong with me?
was my happiness just as lost as i was?
i'm sorry for losing you.
