One day I was asked, “what is Happiness?”
Words could not make its way out of my lips,
Ideas could not be constructed inside my head,
There was pure silence apart from the heavy sighs I was emitting,
I was totally dumbfounded.

But being a disturbed thinker that I was,
I began to sail in the rivers of my mind
And flew across the freeways of my thoughts.
I searched for the answer desperately
And I wouldn’t stop until I meet him face to face.

I came across Money.
He said he could me give me anything and bring me to anywhere.
“That is what happiness is all about – having everything and being everywhere”,
he told me. And I nodded.
Money must be right; he must be my happiness!

“No!” Knowledge screamed in complete disgust,
“With me, you will find all the answers you wish to seek!”
I could be someone, she guaranteed
And I would see things that others could not see
I would be superior above all mankind and that must be what happiness is about!

Relationship then came like a devouring fire,
“How dare you listen to them!” he said with a sting.
“I have been with you from the moment you set your eyes upon the world
Families, friends, beloved – without me, you won’t know what joy is
I am your only happiness.”

To be fair, I made a company of them all,
But all failed to give me a satisfying answer.
Money blinded me about the importance of little things.
Knowledge consumed my heart and brought me so much pride it led to my downfall.
Relationship took all of me; didn’t leave anything for myself and run away.

Then He came knocking at my door,
As I was wretchedly crying my heart out.
He told me He knew the answer to my question,
I told Him, “No! I have searched for it
But there was no answer.”

“I am the answer”, He simply said.
“I won’t give you happiness,
But I will make you know and experience it.”
And He did by dying for me 2,000 years ago.

Want you here,
just to breathe
in your atmosphere.
Hire me, make me
your career.
When we stare,
time stops,
I might fall out,
carry me on a cot.
I left my heart
on the nightstand,
where my passion began
but had to end.
When your hand
touched the door,
my heart begged for more
regrese por favor mi amigo, mi amour.

I am constantly falling in love with strangers.
With words written in notebooks stashed away and forgotten about.
With the way the light hits the trees in the morning as the sun rises, the way the sky is light pink and orange before blue.
I fall in love with curves of lips as boys talk to girls on the streets.
With the way people walk, as if gliding over linoleum in the oddly bright supermarket.
With hands that gesticulate as tongues, mouths, and brains tell stories too wildly unimaginable for the layfolk.
But I will not let myself fall in love with you.

I'm so sorry for that.