Sometimes it’s just easier to be indirect sometimes; that a little embellishing would suffice. That you want everyone to know, but no one to know. That’s the recent story about me.

I’ve turned around and realized that maybe there’s a bit of true happiness right behind me; that maybe I’ve slipped and fell… in like. That maybe fond youthful memories brings the best of me; that maybe now I can see a little clearer… or not.

I’m walking on a parallel road with a broken tune looking across the highway for a harmony; Hoping one day it will cross. 

Because I’ve done everything and nothing — and that’s what hurts about slipping and falling: To be in control of it and out of control at the same time. 

It’s closer to impossible than probable to find if that dose happiness is waiting for me as I spin around in circles — and I will probably never know.