Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.

I'm so distraught, it's breaking my heart. What happened to his civil rights? Where is his pursuit of happiness?

I wasn’t alive until it was over and that’s when I realized sometimes love isn’t forever. It’s forever instilled in a moment for us to become alive.

leave me some music
that’s chocolate
for the heart.

It's easy to be heavy; hard to be light.

The fears we keep alive, will be a recurring haunt until it dies, or we do.