Can we truly be happy?
Or is it the hope that we can pursue happiness what allows our minds to rest at night?
Did Eros shoot me?
Did he shoot happiness?
Every time I’m close to grasping it, it escapes my grip.
Are life and happiness chasing me? And I keep transforming to escape it.
Perhaps, it’s time to stand still.
Let it caress my countenance, my soul, & my mind.
Listening to each exhale and inhale.
I’ll wear the crown of laurels to honor life as it is.
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