Happiness

Happiness Dreaming

Happiness.

Why do you leave me lost for words?

When I despair, the tirade flows so effortlessly.

Yet to capture you, my happiness, seems an almost impossible task.

To enshrine you, to solidify and keep you, like Han Solo in his carbonite casing, seems beyond my grasp. Beyond the capacity of my use of language.

The feeling, though as deep as my customary despair, seems so light and free, so natural as it were, that I can barely trap and contain it.

It flitters past, playing games with me, yet making me smile without my conscious realisation.

Oh Happiness.

Why can’t you be permanently preserved? Encapsulated in my words, to forever be returned to?

I love your feeling. You are a trickster – sneaking away from me, only to return at some unexpected time.

I’m glad you’ve been coming to visit more often.

You and I are closer now, and I know that what we’ve built together will be much harder to lose.

I feel lucky now, I almost feel.. changed forever. And I hope it’s true.

© Michelle De Aizpurua and MissyCartoons 2015