you are

you are
my sun,
my world,
my everything,
a day is not a day,
nor a night a night
without your presence,
and if this shower of stars above,
does not also rain down upon you,
then the endless darkness is for me,

happiness is a mood

"happiness is not a destination it's a mood"

if hope is just a mood like hunger, anger and sorrow then why is it separated from all the others? Everything we dream about and want in life is because we are under the impression that it will bring us happiness, but won't small things which we take for granted do that to? the things we forget to dream about because there always going to be there? like the sunrise, the stars on a clear night and a baby smiling?

why do we even set up the thoughts in our heads of dreams which we hope will come true, the ones we know i never going to happen, why do we keep putting ourselves through the longing for them with happiness as our destination when the on going disappointments of waiting for that day would make it hardly worth it if that day came around anyways.

Someday, someday is the day where we will all be happy and have everything which we have patiently desired throughout our entire lives. It's a place of dreams, the place we hold out for or define as heaven. I think that really we all hold out for someday because then we have something to believe in, like if we achieve something in our life which is from the world of someday or maybe just something we worked hard for then we get happiness, but not just that we get all of it - everything we wanted.

People are wrong, happiness should just be a mood so that life was simpler. And happiness isn't having the perfect life its about smile and being brave in the face of all the negative things

the angel

The sky was grey and cloudy and had been that way for months, all through the summer and the autumn which followed. The sun which had once shone over the world had long since mysteriously vanished. The trees which had once sung in the gentle breeze now hissed in a crushing wind. tweeting birds used to bring a smile over every face as they awoke each morning. However now it was just the squawking of crows from the crack of dawn until long after dusk. Sleep was limited, food only consumed when essential and even once loved activities were now rarely participated in.

Until one night that is, when the dark, starless sky was suddenly alight. Something shot across the engulfing black. It was bright and stood out like a ship on the horizon. The light landed on an hill and the most beautiful being appeared from its landing place, an angel. Her pearl white dress, flowing hair and deep soulful eyes made it clear that she was different - that is if they hadn't heard her voice, or the tales about her previously. She was, as you'd expect from an angel, the definition of perfection.

The angel had come from heaven to earth in order to restore the town to its former glory. Of coarse after the night when she landed, the birds sang again, the birds tweeted again and the towns people slept and ate again. There was no explanation for the magic that the angel cast upon the land but from the moment she arrived the town was instantaneously transformed into the beautiful place that it had been previously.

That angel, the angel remained in the town forever in all her glory never dared to leave the town again because without her the town may yet again fall into darkness, and this time may not make it out. So with the angel strongly there forever there was hope once more.