What is lost can never be found, because then... it wouldn't be lost anymore. It would be somewhere in-between growth and failure. It could be somewhere mounted on the wall, it's head protruding out, a celebrated beacon for everyone to see. Then it could be seated on the bus stop, waiting impatiently for something or someone to arrive - waiting to be lost again or found again, so that it wouldn't be in-between any longer. Waiting for the chance at happiness.
It happens almost suddenly and reveals itself bit by bit, not all at once. It is given in small grains of simple memories, past loves, a reminiscent tunes, sweet smells and everything good for the body; and everything tangible for the soul.
The rule says that once we are happy...and that is in our youth. Well, we now know that the rule lies. Youth...can be seen as the gateway into misery, a past that may definitely determine the future. What happens to Happiness?
What Happens to Happiness?
What Happens to Happiness?
I believe that it has been misplaced...placed at the very back of the shelf, not to be found until one day it is too late. There does come a time when someone doesn't want happiness, doesn't care for its kind and flees at the mere utterance of it.
Happiness, could be somewhere hiding- playing a sly game of tag. It's foot sliding in the mud, if a hand gets to close. I see it laughing and playing...I think that maybe even happiness is lost. What is lost can not be found...because then it wouldn't be lost anymore.
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