Memory of happiness

Skin is cracked, dry , dying of thirst.

Thirst for water, thirst for relief.

Relief from the pain of being.

Being is hard..harder than unbeing.

Aching for that moment, a moment of clarity.

Clarity, that moment when clouds dissipate and stars shine.

Shine into your eyes like a story unfolding in your mind .

The story of when you were a child and didn’t need to remember being happy.

Because happiness was all you knew.

Skin is cracked, dry, dying of thirst.

Dying for just a memory of happiness.

-Jason Blanchard

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