Happiness is loving what we need.
Need
Darkness of the Night
My life force is a dreary November night. The rain against the panes my candle nearly burnt out, the glimmer infusing life into me. People did not understand I was borne into the darkness of the night.
The Beach
It is a rare form of happiness. The beach empty, footprints in the sand, the night and the sea.
Missing Element
Love. It was the missing element.
Abstract Poem
An abstract poem. a rejection. I pick the most promising themes. No ready-made novel, no dense story. Cut off in a self-induced vacuum I could be myself.
Empty Shell
You are an empty shell without values.
Nature
Nature did remove my grief, and tranquilized my mind. The woods and clouds bade me peace. I resolve to remember the effect, the sublime ecstasy to the soul, the light and joy of nature.
Wintry White
I rose lazily on a crisp February morning, the snow shimmering brightly in wintry white.
Old Maid
I hear mother warn me I would be an old maid. Well, perhaps my need of solitude is all I look for in this life.
Too Short
She began to discover life wasn't too short: laughter and love were the answer.
