Is it luck?
Or shall we call it fate?
The series of events that led us to this place.
Hardly alone, we are together
Yet I feel this strange sense lingering
One I am somewhat familiar with
One that seems so foreign
I cannot quite place my finger on it
Mostly because it is not tangible
But also because I have trouble grasping the concept
Let’s speak in terms of this happiness
Shall we?
How do you know when you’re there?
Perhaps it is a place
Lush with vegetation and life
The beauty of nature embodied in a select location
Or is it more like a fragrance?
Titillating your sense of smell
Inciting nostalgia or an appetite
It could potentially be a sight as well?
Your visual desires
Optical stimulation at its finest
Surely it must be none of these things
That is when the tricks come in
Delusions and illusions
Games and misguidings  
Delight and torture
A complete lack of understanding
How do I know what I am feeling when I am feeling it?
I am sure some will think I am quite the fanatic for searching so far into myself
Others might think the answer is quite obvious
I, however, find it quite perplexing
An answer on the tip of my tongue
Simultaneously lost in translation
My senses are numb
I struggle to find firm ground so that I may stand again
If this is it, how can I be certain?