• Eyes closed, but sleep eludes me.
    Happiness is an illusion of time.
    The more time that passes, the more happiness finds you and leaves you.
    A reoccurring event, but never quite the same as whatever came before it.
    A dullness sets in, the kind that appears when something has lost its new-ness.
    How many more disappointments until "hope" is a word never used?
    Until smiles are faded and broken.