when u choose to put your sorrows against a myriad of similars, it'll hit u real hard.
yet when u choose to put your happiness against a myriad of similars, it may not necessarily yield the same positive effect as the former. Why? Have we grown so cynical about life that perhaps, happiness is but just
happiness , holding no depths of association with emotions?
i know of a person who is hardly satisfied with herself. Her elixir of happiness is very short-lived but one thing for sure, her happiness is made tangible somehow somewhere.
i know of a person whose shadow is her sadness. it fades in and out of her life. It works in ways which no one could comprehend. she could see the negative happiness(yea no pun intended) of every single aspect in life. she was morbid as the word spells. she wishes to miscommunicate more than to communicate to others about herself. Her heart, was beyond the tatters of your torn rags.There was null sense of self efficacy.
then he came and planted seeds in her heart. a heart of hatred and negativity void of fertility of any sense.Exceeding courage, passion and love. The plentifulness patience of his alter ego. Slowly and gently, he ploughed through the fields of her heart to reform one which he picked up. her laughter, he composed them. the tune of joy she had in her, he taught her to it. she steals glances at him during their music lessons, to remind herself of the treasure in front of her. And they, they just sat amongst the music...
how could she not see it.
you picked up a dying heart,
which was on its way for a transplant.
but no, u revived it in ways i have always been unsatisfied of.
did i say 'i'?