I have returned,
and perhaps I am now just an unwanted visitor.
But now,
I am in need of you.
Poetry,
you are my oxygen.

As usual,
I come bearing a new concept.
I have grown.
Not since my last visit,
but from my time of first developing this passion.
In this course of growth,
I’ve come to receive advice.
Little things.
Do this.
Do not do this.
Some things I’ve come to realize as myself.

Happiness.
In the years previous to the current,
I can pin point the key moments of my life.
The high and low tides,
shall we say.
At high tide,
I was a joy.
My cup never empty.
And although grim,
we each face low tides in our lives.

But,
sadness is not the concept of my visit.
No, for it is happiness.
I have come to realize,
that I am pleased to be here.
Here as in my life.
I have blossomed.
Made decisions both poor and superlative.
I have become the sculpter of my life.
And of course,
I am joyful.
Happiness surround my heart,
although,
it is not as my previous years.
For yes, I have come to love myself and the world around, but it is not the same.

So now,
I come to bring upon a message.
See I was once handed advice noting,
“life will always be changing.”
For yes,
this is correct.
We learn to be happy.
Then we grow.
Our happiness shifts,
but are we not still gay in our daily lives?
It is not as the previous state.
Life is always changing.