"the State of Being happy."

I crave comfort, I crave absolute bliss. The kinda stillness as you wait for a storm, the smell of rain as it comes down. I crave the smell of dinner the moment you wake up when you've been asleep for hours. That kind of shit. I miss it. I miss that comfortability. Instead, as always; I wake up to darkness, the sound of laughter absent. The photos that hang on the wall a constant reminder of a home now refurbished into a tomb of memories that I have buried myself in.

My name is Franny. This is my story.