' 'happiness' 'nature' 'life'
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Harmattan, harmattan, how could you?
Yearly you torment us on this side
See how the dust-laden wind blows
Forming a grayscale filled sky
Chilly on all sides, uneasy inside
Sneeze and cough all around
Life is but one big fight
saved by grace
living once in circles
brother embrace your pain
buckle up and sit tight
inhale some breeze
tell me what you hear now
when depression hits
How the waves roll
Shimmering and glittering
Flowing and dancing
With no cares in the world
Stars sparkle off them
the wind brushes past meOh i wish i could seethe way it travels past the worldThe way it carries hurtful wordsthe way it carries love confessionsthe way it carries weird obsessions
My life is a fever dream. Characters fade in and out, most of
whom I'm not sure ever existed in the first place, faint bruises
around my wrists that remind me of all the people who wouldn't
What is Happiness?
That all depends on the person.
For some it may be reading.
It could be art.
It could be anything you want.
