I feel nothing.
Not even a residue of its magic.
Maybe I need a heartbreak.
Or maybe I haven’t ventured the deep waters yet.
Yes, maybe I remained stupid for twenty years of breathing.
But will it be possible for me to reach a real infinite higher state of happiness?
Oh yes, I doubt.
Yes, there’s doubt.
Very well then.
So I am a dull young adult just like the others.
But while I’m thinking and writing about this,
I know I’m not like what I’m thinking I am.
Yes, little steps.
So then, I am who I am.
Glad to be me