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