I wear my happiness like a tattered shoe. Its sole, unstitched, on the verge of being replaced. Thrice a week, I wash my feet, rub the wound, To protect the anxiety, with my pretty shabby shoe. No, it cannot be replaced. It was once brought from the dump of a memory which left no traces. You see, happiness cannot be bought. But it can hide well, the old wounds. So I cover it with a few more stitches. I stitch it timely. I stitch it timely. The rugged shoe of happiness should be thrown away now. Your feet, your pains, your struggles wish to get exposed. But you still prefer to stitch the rugged and the fake happiness, for one more time. //Inspired from a post by yqbaba. #yqbaba #happiness #tattered negatives
