The feeling of happiness is permanent, always there, but temporal. I am happy, blissful. But at the same time I am joyless. Why do I actually think that I am not happy. There is no reason. I have everything that I can think of, imagine, but the problem lies within the thought that we don’t have something in the exact moment that will make us forget about everything else. We all have friends, family, people that love us, but we do not appreciate that when we should. We are always focused on the the missing piece of the puzzle, on some hollow space that we need to fill, make whole again, but we don’t know how or we are searching in our thoughts for a piece that we will force in this enormous, twisted disarray of our feelings. We are always hungry for more, we want more than ourselves than others, but we never stop to look back and to see how much we actually have and that we are an ocean of beautiful feelings and memories.
All the feelings and memories I want to share with someone. I want to share them with you. I want you to be a part of me and me to be a part of you. Together to look at the stars, laugh, talk, share dreams and feelings. Or not to say a word. You tell me a lot by keeping silent. I would like to have such a quality. To not have to talk, just to feel others, feel myself, I would like you to feel what I feel, or he, she. Wouldn’t it be much simpler? A world without talking, just feeling. Feeling of everything in everyone. The feeling of belonging and love, the feeling of you and me.
