Finding Solace

In my pursuit of happiness, I realized that such a thing is foolish to search after. It flutters and blows in the draft of the wind, it taunts you, floating just out of reach. Happiness is used as a guise and I search for it no longer.

What I really desire is solace. And I found it in the lines and verses of flattering words. The unfathomable infinities of language that connect seamlessly with one another.

And I hope that you, too, can find solace. Because solace envelops you until your worries are cast away and you are wrapped in the swaddling bands of eternity.