...and the search continues

So I sit on the wall and wait, you see

For what? I’m not completely sure.

But its something that brings happiness

Yes

That’s what I want,

Happiness

But I don’t know what happiness is..

Is it true love

Succulent lips devouring mine..

Softly Calloused hands travelling under fabric..up up up..skin on skin..giving me that high?

Or is it emotional?

Joy, tears overflowed, I bit of sadness..

Is ‘Happiness’ the giving of one’s self?

Completely,

without remorse,

body, soul and all,

whatever the cause?

Unsure of whatever it may be,

I’m tired of waiting, of sitting,

So I’ll get up and brush myself off,

Take a deep breath and begin my journey of a thousand miles

Because ,

No-one will do it for me.