I cannot store the happiness in the chest It is hollow at present I felt it in the early hour It is never there when I want It is something expected never to be found.
Use it little to little as I need it It disappears before I could consume in the air, and gone!
I cannot buy it or control it Cannot stock up when in abundance It never comes to stay going away with devastation taking it's place.
It may be true as I once heard Happiness has no existence.
The alcohol was kerosene lust crazy house on fire. Naked in our bed obscene flames feeding our desire. We're pyromaniacs in love but always end in ashes our smoke climbs above. Memories rise in flashes.
Of all that I know, of all that I have seen, you are the only thing that shines and the one that gives me life. Nothing is as pure as you and as long as you exist, there is still hope.
Relationships and solitude: they are just two sides of the same coin. I aim to flip the coin and find the balance in every outcome and each side the coin may fall.