A poem about the comfort of familiar places.

About returning to the same state of mind as once before.

A father giving his wisdom talk to his grown up son said “Son, when I go, make sure no one steps into my shoes. Bury these with me”.

Andrew was once a happy man, but now suffers with the burden of his own memories. When his girlfriend Cali comes to visit after weeks of no contact, she is revealed a terrible secret.

I was very depressed when I wrote this poem a few years ago. Since then my circumstances have improved in some ways, and in some ways not, however I still suffer depression though not the same way. I continue to find new ways to feel happier and to cope with my life.

False hope for a teenager that wanted to be known for their talents.

Life is a collage of nature, memories and senses.

Despite the discomfort of everyday life, and the problems that occur daily, I find happiness in this poem.

Can you hear the inaudible? A brief extrapolation of thoughts spawning from a popular phrase.

It is about the word happiness. There is no such thing as happiness in this world. It all depends on the interpretation of the mind.