It was only with my friends that I felt safe, away from a life of disappointments. They was my distraction, instead of scouring through my past, they kept me at ease. Each hour slipped away as If we had all the time in the world, each second meaningless and yet precious.
If only I could smile today as I did with my friends, they're mood causing the flood of thoughts in my mind to rest at a decent puddle. Like the ones you'd jump in as a child. Happy is what most people would call it, although I don't have much experience in the term. But apparently it's supposed to be some sort of contentment. A satisfaction in a way, but I suppose its similar to the feeling of a drug or other intoxicating substance. Agree to disagree?
But whatever it feels like, I've never felt it. Not even with such friends. For one person to be happy, they would need a reason and frankly this life has handed me everything but that...
