I once asked someone why was she so happy all the time, and her answer humbled me. She merely said, "you must be happy one what". So true, yet that same day was the last day we spoke.
How happy can one be while hiding from people?
Someone asks you something and not a word is spoken,
How would you feel?
You thought that things were going to turn out for the better,
yet you failed to see,
you were blindsided by possibilities of finally being happy.
"No one wants to be the last one there, cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares, someone to love with my life in their hands".
Yes, the lyrics from nickelbacks Gotta Be Somebody. I feel stupid having to post this kind of a post today. But i just feel like saying these things.
"Alas, so all things now do hold their peace!"
by Petrarch
Alas, so all things now do hold their peace!
Heaven and earth disturbèd in no thing;
The beasts, the air, the birds their song do cease,
The nightès car the stars about doth bring;
Calm is the sea; the waves work less and less:
So am not I, whom love, alas! doth wring,
Bringing before my face the great increase
Of my desires, whereat I weep and sing,
In joy and woe, as in a doubtful case.
For my sweet thoughts sometime do pleasure bring:
But by and by, the cause of my disease
Gives me a pang that inwardly doth sting,
When that I think what grief it is again
To live and lack the thing should rid my pain.