Its always about the smaller things in life,
bigger, better things follow.
the subtlety of life is just too subtle for us to comprehend.
we miss out on the beautiful things,
searching for happiness.
what is happiness?
the feeling of belonging? or to be belonged?
to have? to own?
to close your eyes and believe, it is everything that you ever wanted?
or to dream of big things that was never in the plan?
happiness cannot be defined.
it cannot be quantised.
its meaning changes every time its presence is felt.
its omnipresent.
it can be seen in the subtle smile of the person you love,
or the way their voice sounds.
Happiness is to know that no matter the distance or the hardships
there exists a time and a place in this universe for us to be
with the one whose presence is felt through,
the smaller things in life.

You look ahead
The winding roads
Come to a standstill
The dust seems to settle
Wind nonexistent
Only sound of your breath
Alarming loneliness
Awkward predators waiting
What is it that you see ahead?
Fear engulfs the present
Mysterious thoughts floating
Dreadful memories waiting
Too afraid to remember the path
A monster chasing shadows
There is only one way to go
The only path remaining
I look up ahead to see
The vast vacant sea
Horizon black

Your eyes
My sight
Your lips
My breath
Your skin
My touch
Your smile
My happiness

Your scent
My high
Your voice
My song
Your innocence
My presence
Your soul
My shadow

Your anger
My chaos
Your dreams
My reality
Your love
My life
Your days
My eternity.