Pencil skirt and a cold black blazer – she looked out the window and left.
Sadness is seeing the red in the maple leaves; the orange in autumn. And the smile in the ghost of his past.
Explanation? None. Happiness? Overloaded. Cloud nine? Even better. Sky high? Even higher.
Happiness is a feeling only the bearer can define.
If happiness means crushing broken pieces of glass, then that means I will drown myself in my own tears . . but still choose to love.