Running like a kid. Getting back my old youthful glow. As I loose breath I whispered. I stopped.
"I can't promise anything, but I swear I'll never leave"
I don't know why I said that. I don't even have a special someone. Out of confusion I started to conclude that Happiness is a choice.
Happiness is such a word. Its really confusing.
People around me has their own way of happiness. My mom finds joy belittling my dad. Dad doing the same thing. My sister loves his husband and I don't know what to say. I find myself staring at a mirror. Imagining myself, bursting in front of the camera, cry and rant how bad my ending was, how tired I am to find what is happiness? What the hell is happiness?This is drama people. I don't care.
Happiness? choose me. I miss you na ho.
People around me has their own way of happiness. My mom finds joy belittling my dad. Dad doing the same thing. My sister loves his husband and I don't know what to say. I find myself staring at a mirror. Imagining myself, bursting in front of the camera, cry and rant how bad my ending was, how tired I am to find what is happiness? What the hell is happiness?This is drama people. I don't care.
Happiness? choose me. I miss you na ho.
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