i don't know
if i could ever be happy
happiness is sweet treats to me
like a treat of sea salt & caramel
rum balls. chocolates.
that is all i need
even my sanctuary, its bookish smell
rows of illustrations, leagues of imagination
that is all i need
do i really.
this might be the happy ending without the ending
can't this be the reason to try
unanswering questions left lingering
the nature of thoughts running wild
with you in them
am writing in order to unravel
to find out what, and why
lost my sense of direction
what do i know
when you see me, look me in the eye
when you know me, try not to fear
when you speak to me, tell me everything
i want to know
i am here because of happy endings, because of crazy things done. and love. because of love.
