I have enough anger to light a fire and do nothing but stare.
I have enough sadness to sacrifice who I am,
for who I want to be.
I have enough fear,
to find comfort in it.
I have too much.
I have so much, that I sit here, and reminisce on the days I enjoyed.
I've given up on finding happiness within myself.
This doesn't mean I can't see the beauty I experience.
The sound of rain accompanied
by the smell
I can't explain.
The consistency of the sun and the moon.
They chase after each other,
every day,
every night.
The moments they are together,
are the moments we admire.
They have a love story unlike any other.
Maybe,
those I pass on the bus,
will one day have a love story to tell.
Maybe,
the stars wish on us,
for their moment.
Do you think the water listens to the sand and finds it
beautiful?
I hope one day I find my moon,
I hope they meet me,
and we'll find our beautiful, too.
Maybe then,
our beautiful will be my happiness,
again.