It is getting colder.
Night is staying longer and more patient.
Learning about happiness is progress. Understanding it is like trying to hold lightning without suffering charred veins and roadmap scars and gray hair.
Pain before healing.
Death before life.
Lies before truth.
Before we drown in bathtubs full of our own blood, and let red lungs spill black soot and smoke and tar.
Everything is dying everyday and I am only trying to learn about happiness, lightning, and drowning.
The trees are wilting.
The lakes are freezing.
All of my friends are leaving, and I still see happiness drag across my eyes every night before I die.