I met a man
Who didn’t want to feel anymore
He must have felt too much once
He had given himself an overdose of pain,
He had miraculously escaped,
and now he was running away from emotions like the devil from the holy water.
Instead, he was smiling on automatic fire
Even when his soul had to cry
Showed a rictus
He had learned to mimic happiness
And he called it positive thinking.
False-positive, I think, like an HIV test that scares you to death.
I was looking for happiness then
Without knowing it’s in me
And suddenly, I felt it.
Happiness in sadness
And in anger.
In serenity
And in despair
In hope
And in disgust
In confidence
And in disappointment
And in all the other feelings
That made me feel
Alive.
