If the meaning of living is to seek happiness

Then life is the biggest irony, a joke,

A silly smile laying down on a clown’s face.

Making you feel that you belong to no place,

Making you feel as betrayed as an unclaimed feeling in

the book of emotions.

Like a drunk, walking between the walls of loneliness.

Your tongue is too heavy to hold

You feel stuck inside your mouth,

Lost between “spelling it out” and “swallowing it”,

Nothing is clear but the way to your bear

It is the only thing that still make a sense.

Because you are too much for yourself.