A needed love to quench the thirsty feeling of a sore soul for 22,000 years.The heart is pale and dead yet the gene it possesses, is still longing for a love like oxygen; the gin to awaken this heart from death's dungeon and put it back to its li...
I want to be happy. Talk to myself and smile. Like it used to be in my early years, when roars of life were barely in my ears.
I want to be happy. Race with the ocean breeze. Giggle at my hair and air lagging behind unhurt. Just like when heaven vomited my legs on earth.
I want to be happy, with a cup full heart of optimism; as warm as a childlike enthusiasm.
I want to be happy. Wallow in old new memories. Like the enthusiastic run my younger self used to activate. Towards the approaching guffaws of thunder. And escape the wind that meets and holds me tender. When the rain finally embrace my palms in a bone crushing hug.
I want to be happy. Carefree like a wild child. Lay on dirt and watch the sky. Let heaven soak me with her tears and cry.
I want to be happy, when I'm on my own; even when I'm bloomed and grown. Just like my little self. Flaunt an ornamental mental health, just like my little self .
I want to be happy. Just like my little self. Talk to myself and smile . Not talk to myself and cry.
Epilogue I want to be in a happy phase, both in my early late days.
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