You have to find happiness inside yourself.
Someone else can't give it to you.
Friends can't provide it.
The world can't soothe you.
No other human being can be sent - with an elixer of joy.
But happiness is yours
a possessive pronoun.
So why do I expect, hope, for others
to help me find it?
For friends to life me up. Buoy, Pillar, Hold.
It does not last because I
cannot hold on.
And they do not have the strength or desire for two.
Inside myself I cannot cultivate permanent joy.
So I beg others to take my hand and show me
or package itup and give me its form.