The picture you see on your wall.
The goose bumps you get that make you want to cry or laugh...
not being able to tell how you feel.
Being preoccupied and so proud of yourself.
Things you do everyday, that all the sudden spark a light in your heart.
That spark that sets a fire of emotion.
Soon being smoked out by the fear of the unknown, yet not being brave enough to actually demand the truth.
The flames that surround you of self doubt...
Soon its all about you and if you are good enough.
The perfect distraction that turns into the biggest reminder.
The moment when your phone lights up.
Your heart stops.
Stomach drops.
Not them.
Back to pretending youre okay.
We just want to be loved in return.
Satisfaction is defined differently by everyone.
My definition is you.
Joy is also another gray area.
Do you really find your joy in another person?
What if Joy could have more than one root.
If so,
Youre that root.
That feeling of being someone special.
You.
That happiness that no one can crush.
You.
Felling like youre in a movie and music is your sound track.
Some things are not attainable but somethings are.
Happiness is.
Hello.
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