...

As the stars shine
and the city lights blink
on a cold sidewalk
the smoke lingers.
Refusing to break apart and disperse.
Lungs hurt,
To match the rest of my body.
Everything aches.
It pains.
It cries.
It yearns.
It misses.
Feelings of in-between
Here and there.
Dream and reality.
On a cold sidewalk I shiver.
Resolutions spur.
Ideas are born,
the commit suicide,
they die.
Epiphanies come.
The stars endlessly shine
as the city lights blink.
Time passes.
Very slowly...
It passes.

Happiness...

We're always searching, looking, grasping, crawling...
Not finding...
We fill our time,
Buy houses and decorate.
New cars and not so happy, happy hours.
Turn up the music,
Drown out the sound.
Watch thousands of pixels hours on end.

We complicate what is so easy.
Unplug from everything.
Listen to the country creek,
The warm sun upon your face.
Feel the wind across your skin,
Watch the birth of a new day.

Happiness cannot be bought,
nor marketed, or advertised.
Happiness is simple.
To be happy is truly the easiest of things.
You must not ask, nor seek or try to find.
It just is, it comes, it arrives just in time.
You must only be.