Hover.

It hit me, rather hard

that happiness is a rare luxury.

For a while you will be happy; and then

THE END.

And often, you won't leave,

you will hover on that problem

until you actually learn something

and move on.

Just how often do we learn

without getting hurt?

That's life's unspoken rule for you.

If that's the case then..

I will pray for happiness no more.

I will ask for
love, wisdom and courage

and a firm faith to sustain all three.

I am no longer sure if my heart could go through

one sad reality after another;

my heart is slowly wearing out.

"Don't try to be heartless

but try to use your heart less," you said.

I'm sorry, love..

I figured that out too late.

I wish I knew

what keeps me sad though.

It may either be that reality is really just a sad thing..

or that it is just me, looking at life at a wrong angle.

If it is the former, then I hope for a strong heart and mind.

If, however, it is the latter..

then I must begin looking for hope, I guess.

Where do I begin, I wonder..

Since when have I become so afraid of being happy?

I can't stay this way forever, right?