Where I come from I can't remember It has always been like that until when? Yet I remember so vividly that it has become part of me But I don't feel the world that way any more. Where I come from Life was easy We don't usually think but are often worried about what? something teeming in the space yet beyond our control So we go with the flow be with it drown in it Was life really easy? Not exactly. Some people dissappeared. A lot of them became silent. And the rest are not sure what to do so they keep doing what they have been doing We are all present, yet the ones who are not are not. And no one remembers. Memory is a sin. Ignorance is relief. We find pleasure though. Guilty pleasure. But not really pleasurable. We waste time, and enjoy wasting time. Time is abundant. So is pleasure. We are told that people suffer elsewhere, in the world, or in other times. Fighting for something they neither understand nor deserve. And we, are immune to suffering. We lost the senses to feel pain. We lost the ability to perceive angeer. We are soaked in lucid happiness, suffocating. Without happiness we suffocate anyway. Whatever. There is no suffering in heaven. It's almost like we created a heaven for ourselves so that we could die in it happily ever after. But we were truly happy indeed. That's for sure. We love each other so much. We enjoy and cherish our lives because we are so afraid of losing it but we are not insecure because we know we may never lose it Not becaue we deserve it but because we were truly happy indeed. However at the bottom of our heart we also seem to know it that one day all of this is gonna be broken everything is gonna collapse Maybe? We are not so sure. Maybe. No way. There's no way. We were happy. And we will be happy, ever after.