The Pursuit of Happiness

John Lennon wrote, "Happiness is a warm gun.." and millions have and are crooning it ever since.

Happiness..

Happiness is just another word for a feeling. Science explains it as a realease of endorphins in your brain that induces euphoria. Drugs such as morphine, heroine and cocaine are classic endorphin-releasing entities, which would more than explain the cause of such ever-growing addiction.

Happiness..

Happiness is sitting on a deck chair soaking in the rays in your porch after a heavenly joint.

Happiness is laughing over a rickety table with your 'family of nuts and bolts' over something inexplicable.

Happiness is hearing her breathe as she sleeps in your arms.

Happiness is a call thanking you for a job well done.

Happiness is sharing a story of mucking up an exam 8 yrs back to thunderous rapture.

Happiness is dancing in just your shorts all night long by the beach with the ones you love.

Happiness is seeing that smile, everytime.

Happiness is to see the sun rise, and to continue dancing by the beach with not a care.

Happiness is a first kiss under the starry sky.

Happiness is still being able to recollect the taste and the feel of it.

Happiness is seeing colors bounce off and the glee of it all.

Happiness is my baby and I miss my baby so..

Disclaimer: I really should stop borrowing other's titles.

19:18

Black Crows are circling over my head.
The gypsies playin' her guitar all along.
From Sundown to Sunrise...
It's her smile, I search for.

The Thunder has begun,
The storm is gonna come..
There's a Shadow.
and here's a switch.

I have the 'X' marking the spot.
The ship is ready to sail.
The Sails are tattered though
and the rudder is out...

I can hear her sing..
Last time out it was a siren.
This time, I cannot afford to be wrong.
Eyes never lie and that is my belief.

The gypsy continues her haunting tune.
The moon rises, a bad moon rising.
But the stars are twinkling too.
Starry skies have always been kind to me.

Raise the anchor.
Turn off the switch.
No more shadows.
Just me and the darkness.

The darkness had scared me as a child. I had beaten it in my late teens and then I met those that brought light and the shadows. Their absence has left the lingering light still but brought out the shadows, those despairing shadows. Only now, I am not so afraid as I am lost.