Finding Insatiable Felicity

I’m on a journey to acquire a flavor of felicity; however, not a mere moment of bliss but the pursuit of insatiable felicity. I suppose the sleepless nights in my home town can count towards something, a digital diary of sorts – a rear view mirror for the future to shift colors of my future. I suppose pen and ink along with a scroll would do wonders for my thoughts, but sadly those sensitive and fragile days of love-on-paper are long gone and times have become forlorn. But I’ll soak my feather into deep red any way, even if it’s blood that carves the words for today.

 

More to come.

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