Joy; or something of the sort., by loving and dreaming. Subscribe to rss feed for loving and dreaming.

Happiness can't exist. It shouldn't.
There are too brief a glance of it;
leaves you yearning for more.
So we devote our lives to the hunt.
Friendship isn't enough.
A relationship isn't enough.
Love isn't even enough.

Finding things to gnaw upon is easy.
Frustration.  Dramatization.  Depression.
Consume the soul, cloud the mind, taint the spirit.
Weaker and weaker with this exhaustion of anger.

Once upon a time you smiled.
It's true.
So distant a memory.
There was once joy.
Remember how that felt?

Misery is so appealing.
The attention, the company.

Even the sun can be covered by a cloud.
Posted: 2009-06-16 04:18:34 UTC

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