how many times have i heard this phrase, over more than i can recall. seeing it brings back memories, not all bad now all happy. some of them a failure filled with heart break or emptiness. each time an event relating happened id give off a piece of my heart to try and help the other knowing one day i wont care, i wont care how badly your burning on the inside. I wont even care if i burn. happiness has a weight and a price, each person adding to the amount of soul that still bound up inside the being that stands before you, and yet i showed no pain, for happiness can not bleed. If one does not portray happiness they cannot give happiness im not all fun and games and i never will be ever again, i am past the age to realize when things consist more and mean different. knowing that happiness has a price and in which my job to be done burns me slowly and i enjoy every time i do
