Happy Man

Sometimes

it's hard to 

say goodby-

e.  

'Cuz, we're s-

o free, there'

s less to lose

It's nowhere 

new. 

Flume

I inherited my laziness. I have always just been the fly on the wall, waiting for the sun to rise. I can make the sun rise. I never know when it will set. 

Someone once told me that the key to happiness was to be happy, but I think they were lying. I miss her so much. 

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I saw her shadow on the beach today. I just watched it move across the sand like a black  ghost. She walked along the shoreline, picking up stones, enjoying the bright rays of the sun. Her skin was milky white from hiding herself from the cold, spring air. Her hair lay flat and long, being pushed around by the salty wind. She fearlessly faced the warm glow of the sun and spread her arms wide-open with her eyes closed. She embraced the lovely light and the wind blew her hair to the side. She was in love again. So was I. 

I watched her dance with the wind and water and sun a few moments longer until I thought my heart would burst. I laid back and enjoyed the sun for myself. She came back to the blanket we had on the beach and kissed me on the shoulder, just as the sun had.