"Is this what happiness is?" she asked, looking intently at the clear blue sky.
I gaze at her eyes, they are a mix of the ocean— deep and unfathomable, and the sky— so blue.
"I felt flying by the wind, but at the same time, the blueness drowns me. It looks like anytime, tears would fall out," her voice sounded a lullaby of a starry night, so broken.
It took me a while before my lips purse and opened,
"Then close your eyes, 'cause real happiness isn't seen before eyes— it is felt," I smiled and closed my eyes.
And drifted to where the wind could take my soul.
