Hapiness and Loneliness

Why we lied so much,

to each other?

Why we kept the feelings,

so tight inside?

Why we felt empty,

when loved ones are present?

Why all these shaky hands,

in the self so fragile?

Happiness looks like,

someone impersonal,

flying in the air.

It hurts,

and it cares.

It crucifies,

and it warms.

God, have mercy!