THE SEARCH
Where have you been? Or where are you now? Have you really arrived yet? I didn't even notice you were gone, but one day, I just realized, you don't smile anymore; you don't write anymore; you are not cheerful anymore. What are these annoying itch in your heart and mind? Tasks that you left out and set aside? And then you wished that these would just work out on their own? How crazier can things still go? You are always angry, always stressed, always frustrated, always bitter, always unwelcome. Where have you gone? Where have you gone, o joy?