Happy I Say

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 20, 2018

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Happy I Say

 

I'm Happy. It’s utterly sad that I'm down in alcohol and weed. Corrupted by legality. But i'm happy. I'm elated to find that I'm finally happy. It's amazing that this is where I find it. Amongst all the things I was warned against. I was warned against this happiness, because happiness here, is happiness in death. But this is where i find it, me and mine alone, for every copy is a form of singularity all its own. So me as a copy of humanity can only find happiness in this state. And it is a shame cause this form of happiness is not sustainable by itself. No, my life leads up to this meaninglessness. My life is spent to get here because this costs, and my life is spent in a search for nothing more than the means to pay for it. My life is spent in misery so that I may find happiness in such a pathetic form of misery. And yet! And YET! I have found happiness in a way I must outgrow by my 30th birthday? My happiness, my turn at happiness is limited now by time via status. By cultural norms I must limit it to a mere nine, NINE! Years. Yet I avidly chase the feeling of the shutters slamming closed right behind my retina, as if my eyes are the portals of emotion. They block everything I can think of. Now, sacrificing a precious moment of that limited time I record it for everyone. For once I know that my base self, a self without thought; is happy! HAPPY I SAY! So now how will my track record display itself? Horribly decrepit drunkard only happy to himself, or a man of many successes only happy to all others?

 


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