Posted on March 17, 2018
Happiness is not a place, nor a thing.
Happiness is all about people,
Those who love you.
Everything can be lost.
Perish with a blink of an eye.
One roll of a dice, and you lost it all.
But people who love you, will leave a mark on your heart.
They will always be there, somewhere.
You will know.
When you cast a look, upon the astonishing sky lightened with stars
Do glance at the moon too.
And know this,
Those stars, will be the same stars they looked at,
Same moon they adored.
And this, fearful moment you drown in, will be no more.
For you will fell them by your side.
They will remain, while everything else will be long gone.