Maybe if you keep telling yourself that you are happy it will work. Maybe if you proclaim it to the world, it just pressures you to be really be happy. Maybe if you see that many people like that you are happy, it should be enough incentive to be happy.
it was that familiar sinking feeling
of longing…
quite sure it’s not anginal
it’s that numbing inner threat
of something tipping the balance
ah…
it’s just you
gone in my life.
it’s just a weirdly palpable void
sucking that
gust of breath in my lungs
rushing harshly against my inner peace
I hate the sinking feeling
Ill-defined inner scathing
Again, I count endless days
until the calm rests on me
until the void is filled by another
yes
that all too familiar
calm of solitary soul
a self-borne emptiness
so contained, so meaningless
that knows no edges
that heeds no imbalance.