Who are you? I’ve seen you before. Your smile looks familiar. Though the happiness in your eyes is something I haven’t seen in a long time. You act as though you are full of hope.
I envy you. Your expression suggests there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Can you tell me your secrets? Where did you get the notion to simply be happy?
Your laughter is a distant memory. It whispers to me. I feel something deep in my chest when I look at you. Your eyes catch mine and I gasp. There is something so familiar about you. I can’t quite put my finger on it. It’s there in the light I can feel coming from your soul.
It seems you have finally let go of whatever was holding you back. I want to know the freedom that comes from letting go. Can you share your journey with me?
The air around you crackles with delight. Only someone who has no fear could be that in love with life. Do you love life?
Joy and Happiness
There it is. The twinge of sadness. I’ve been staring at you for a long time now. Wondering when it would make its appearance. I know you. You are me. It seems the cloud of depression and despair truly aren’t far away. I want the day I just experienced cemented in my mind. I want to remember that happiness as if I could feel it every day.
I want to remember what it’s like to feel joy. Alas, the depression and anxiety are coming for me again. I cannot run, I cannot hide. It always finds me. It always wins.
The Blackness Within
The Queen's Soapbox 