Happiness. People

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Happiness

Being happy means finding sense in your life,

Living without it feels like a sharp twisted knife,

The colourful palette of dreams coming true -

That’s what happiness is, it’s the life you drew.

Being happy is comprised of petty, though precious things,

You don’t have to be rich to carry wings,

Being happy inspires you to go on,

Opens your eyes at bright zero dawn.

She wrote me a song ‘bout ducks in Central Park,

Only yesterday I was kept in the dark,

My thoughts were like Caulfield’s late in the night,

Now I see it clear and bright.

Don’t let anyone make you destroyed,

Be strong to endure what you can’t avoid

And battle everything that makes you sad,

Be happy even when the fortune’s bad.

Remember: carpe diem (seize the day)

Or the time will fade away.

August, 2019

People

There are so many people walking through my life

Like a red thread, diving deep into my soul.

I’m so grateful to them yet I can’t fully express it -

My cherished warm home.

Someone who showed me the power of love

And inspired me for such great future deeds,

Someone who showed me the courageous example of following your dreams,

Someone who reversed my feelings upside down in no time,

Someone who told me not to give up

And said my will’s all I’ve got.

Here are my people, the voice that I'd recognize deaf,

My best dress and my last shirt,

My second air, if I run too fast,

My dopamine, when I'm down.

The feeling that screams out of love:

" Home, my cherished warm home,

It’s where they are! "

Being me is to love my people for sure,

Cross my heart I’ll never leave them.

Maybe here, maybe there somewhere,

My home is where they are.

Here are my people, where everything starts,

My first step, my sixth sense,

Wherever I go, I'll take them with me,

Carry their smiles on my face.

October, 2019

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