Happiness is not
a "Warm body and a cold heart" combo.
Lukewarm won't do either.
I'd so much sooner be alone.
No, joy is the Fire of love, all-consuming.
And gratitude is having finally found it truly.
It renders all that came before non-existent.
Look past the surface of a smile to the intent.
Life is in some
But some just in it.
Masks always fall eventually
To front and feign "happy" is a fool's folly.
There is beauty in the real and raw.
And what I see changed all I saw.
After breaking in winter
I've grown wings this summer.
With a bird's eye view I'm all the wiser
And for it, living better.
About the Creator
Marquitta
I live in moments/ emotions/ words that come to me divinely, and anything that touches upon my penchant for insanity. LOVE Edgar Allan Poe, Horror, the Macabre, Clouds, Dreaming, the Psychedelic, the metaphysical/spiritual and MUCH MORE! <3
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Message Me Afterwards
>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
By D. J. Reddall5 days ago in Fiction
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