Returning From Happiness
” Happiness runs in a circular motion, thought is like a little boat upon the sea.
Everybody is a part of everything anyway, you can have everything if you let yourself be.
Happiness runs, happiness runs.”
Jonie Mitchell
The Bitter tasteof early remembrances cycles through the mind at high speeds. Relentless marching of infantile bursts of fragmented light that plays upon the only soul remaining. The others have already fled to higher ground, a high and holy ground mixed with the blood of saints who long before this time carried the light to freedom.
Gone now is the hope of a better tomorrow beginning with today. The only honest evidence of a previous sanctuary remains rooted in the hallow hallways of the mansions of one’s mind for man’s mind has rotted from within to reveal the sweet aroma of decadent decay.
The sweet aroma of latent evil.
The sweet aroma of one’s edited life.
The sweet aroma of man’s marrow.
The sweet aroma of:
” Happiness runs, Happiness runs
Away “
When Synapses Go Bad 