Hopes for happiness

Happiness will come one day. Especially if you fantasize till appearance. Please comment.

Hopes for happiness.



Out of sight, out of mind.
This world seems to be
no where for me.
Can I find paradise
among the stars,
or in a folder on the street?

Where will home be?
A place to fit in,
somewhere I feel comfort.
No need for fancy restaurants.
No need for a soft place to sleep.
On the cold floor
I will be in contact
with the sins I have left behind.

A beautiful sunrise
upon the green hills.
The warming sun
makes me able to walk,
without a cover,
without masking.
They know who I am.
Accepting me for me.

As the night falls,
I will ride along the oceanside,
to meet the sun collapse
against the border,
where ocean and sky melt together.
This is where I want to be.

This imagination of aesthetics
fills me with hope,
and keeps me moving on.
So much for tragedy.
As long as,
I have beauty within my reach,
I wont let go.

Whenever they blindfold me,
I will fantasize the darkness away.
No more medicine,
I am strong enough alone.
Nothing can keep me down
for the beauty is among us.



Thoughtless. April 2007.