My Happiness
My Happiness
Comes and flees on its own accords
occurs as I read and write plenty hoards
of books and especially poetry.
Happens, as I swim in the ocean
breaking waves and wakes
as they crash into me changing my motion's
notions.
Exists, as I hang out and talk to my nieces
nephews, in which I consider my unborn
children
always offer their pieces of peace to me.
Materializes, while listening to my favorite
musicians jamming out while
helping me escape my mind's messed up
mentalities, savoring it
distracting me, which makes me smile.
Reaching it, as I collaborate with wonderful
like and unlike minded creators
merging our genius' together as a labrithian
crater
constructing a truly phenomenal literary
colorful masterpiece.
Dialoguing about everything with anyone
who wants to,
especially my friends, family, siblings
by whatever means ends
subject, we are conversing with everyone.
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