Happy.

Are you happy?

I don’t know how to answer that truthfully.

I can’t be happy.

I’m never happy.

Happiness, to me, comes and goes like rain.

Rain is never consistent.

It can flood.

It can drizzle.

It can drown.

It wets.

It’s sporadic.

And it’s never quite the same

It’s unpredictable.

On days when the heat becomes unbearable, all you can do is wish for rain.

Even just a little

Five minutes, at least

To wash away the drought

The persistent feeling of drying up and turning into dust.

Much like happiness.

All I can do is wish that it will come.

Even for just a second.

To water this desert of despair.

 

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