One day, I will be happy.
I’ll stop, fresh air flooding my lungs.
One day, Somewhere.
  Little tick,
tick,
Ticks -
of woodpeckers will suffocate my ears.
The aroma of coffee,
daisy’s,
fresh cut grass,
and over priced wood stain will breach my nose.  
I’ll rock, letting the sun bake my skin. Caressing me in like a warm hug.
One day,
I’ll realize I had made it the entire time.
One day,
I will be happy.
I’ll be friends with dopamine.