We see this with our own eyes
some dissapear with no suprise

Running around time

Sprinting toward no line

Searching for divine

poor
out goes the whine

the sun
always shines

high above

only hidden
by the dark clouds

moving in

the sun does not cry

it stays high
passing by

the dark clouds

moving in

counseling them

sunny again

so are we happy or sad

This is my; know I can always be happy yet not sure why I can't stay happy poem, when the happiness is always here, in me, thought.

Thanks for the comment Jungian

No problem. Happiness is just a clik away...

At this moment. I am numb, in a happy melodramtic way. Today was a day I used to do something special for someone every year on this day. This day, never to be forgot. 11 years. 11 memories. 11 times I was excited. 11 times I gave. 11 days someone else was first, in my life.
Eleven. Most fading. Wished dead.

<- Wishes he had a pencil big enough to erase the sentimental thoughts that have become nothing but torture to a mind looking
for a clean slate.


Time means nothing without a new train of thought. This I know.

Jason this is beautiful and the thoughts you have shared since writing it mean something to you and all that care about you.