We speak of inner peace as if it’s obtainable. With the exception of the loved and lost, it isn’t. One cannot rest at peace in this mad, mad world and still reside above it’s soil.
O’ dear wanderer’s beware, for Love and Happiness make for the most dreadful of companions.
Together, quite a tempting pair, Love, alluring and desirous, who only when caught within her grasp, coyly refuses to be possessed.
While Happiness dances joyfully, upon the keen edge of a blade, waiting patiently for Love’s cruel fancy to once again, set them free.
I saw this and was deeply moved…
Some days it’s Chicken, some days it’s Feathers. Today is a Feathers day. Go back to bed and try again on Monday.