happ(y)ness

i find that i lose myself when i don't write, and in this city it seems like losing is the easiest thing to do.

i see these people jovial & laughing and i wonder if it's real.

people can never be that happy.

truely, it's one of life's biggest scams.

so i'm writing.
and i'm rambling.
writing and rambling.

i saw a young boy today walking about 20 feet behind his mother.
carrying 2 boxes of cereal in each had.
lifting up and down.
"mom," he shouts, "i'm getting big muscles!"
"you're going to need it boy," she replies.

strength is the only happiness i know.