y e a r n i n g . . .

i don't quite understand what it means to be

h a p p y . . . happy. . .

people say it's pretty wonderful,

the smiles, the laughs

the memories of the time Sarah fell flat on her ass

it was great . . . wasn't it?

wasn't it wonderful. . .

I wonder, whether this bit

of humanity is truly that beautiful.

i yearn to know.

i need to know.

i won't take no

for an answer so

please, for the love of G O D. . .

help me to find that missing piece.

i am quite convinced that this

illusion simply doesn't exist-

plain and simple

there isn't much more to it than that.

and yet i am still here searching. . .

trying to fulfill my desire

of finally understanding

what it means to aspire. . .

what it means to be present

and be

h u m a n. . .