happiness

as i was walking to my mailbox i found myself marching to my own beat. nothing but warm cracked gravel beneath my feet. i found myself smiling as the breeze brought movement to my lifeless hair. im still waking with no emotion on my face but a blank stare. the soil beneath the earth in which i was given birth. i long for a taste of the blistering sun wondering how hot the burn would be when im all done. i can feel it in my chest. the urge to keep walking and talking to myself. you know its out there but it hides in the dark. at night when you’re fast asleep and all you see is black. the time you can dream whatever you please. thats where it lives.