I could tell you that I’d love to be happy,
that I am in a daze from the scent of your skin.
I could tell you the rain makes me smile,
and that I am jealous of the curve of the rainbow.
I could stay afloat in the aroma of black coffee,
and like the wisps of smoke from your blunt.
I could levitate into oblivion,
basking in worlds devoid of reality;
but like every other obscure part of reality,
absolute happiness is an illusion.
No, I do not feel sad,
I just do not feel anything.
-Nesiama Achinonu, Instagram @_nesiama