In our heads we think about possibilities.
Sometimes, our imagination can be real.
We hope for different direction.
How life can be if we choose to be happy?
I close my eyes, and I see the image of you.
You are laughing so loud. It's too impossible.
But, you're there looking straight at me.
I imagine how perfect I am to your eyes.
When you hold my hand I can feel the warmth on your touch.
I carry the feeling of being loved.
The happiness that I desire is a little creation inside my head.
You are happy inside my bubble.
And it suddenly popped.
My reality is just a scribble.
You were happy with me.
But, now you're happy without me.