
Happiness is nowhere.
Happiness is now here.
What’s the difference? Only air
That sometimes fills the space for years
But know that it in time will come
Although its presence may be fleeting
They say it lingers long for some
But others say it dodges meetings
Perhaps while we cry, “Where? If only…
When will this endless waiting end?”
It’s simply feeling used and lonely
And waiting for a faithful friend

Mitch, is there no end to your talents? Life is not coming one day, it’s here already. This is just beautiful.
Thank you, Jac!
This is a really lovely piece, and just what I needed this morning. Your blog never fails to get a smile out of me.
So glad, Manuel.
This is really lovely. I think happiness is a conscious decision…I know sometimes I really have to talk myself into it but I try to focus on the good things. Even when there aren’t many, there is always something…
The fact that we’re alive, for starters.
Such a beautiful rhyme. Thanks
Wonderful. So much said in such few words.
Beautiful. Simply.
Reblogged this on THE PEN AND THE PAGE and commented:
A wonderful piece by Mitch Teemley…
Honored to be reblogged, Darren.
A brilliant and thought-provoking piece, Mitch. Nicely done.
Why, thank you, Darren.
Entirely my pleasure, Mitch.
Nicely done, once again. I’ve made that play on the nowhere/now here thingy several times. And I know it’s a cliche, but, you know, “great minds…” Thanks again.