A prisoner of words unsaid.

I lay on my couch, in reverse. My head on the ottoman where ones feet belong my feet up against the wall. Listening to songs that make me happy.

...happy.

Sometimes we tend to look in all the wrong places for happiness. Men, Women, even material possessions. Though I've tried, I truly find it in myself, in my own space, in my own time.

....happy.

Its a beautiful place to be, the sad thing is that we often occupy "happiness" for short periods of time. Never going back for more and not because we choose such. But, because, we don't know that happiness is never further than yourself.