Ya know, I had the idea for the longest time that my happiness lay buried underground, by my own hand some 11 years ago. . .and That I had to dig the dirt away to find it and claim it for my own. . .
Today I realized that's not true. . .
As I wandered this fine saturday, between heaven and hell, I looked up and saw that elusive euphoric stance soaring through the air, I had discovered that I did not bury it those years ago, but that God had given it flight. . .I then watched my happiness fly away from me, I ran after it, and took notice, vainly, that I did not bear wings.
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