Happiness is not really mine to hold.

It slips thru my fingers, as grains of sand from an hour glass.

It fades away, as the the memories of dreams as morning comes.

And I wake, in the dark, to the sound of silence while my eyes grasp at my surroundings.

And the rain pours down outside.

Tears falling from the darkened heavens.

I am alone.

Always am, always have been..