Running away

One cat, one dog, one garden, the smell of the old city, and you.

Different things, different faces, palms, claws, and you – caught in the moment. Counting

them, until one jumps out.

There is a kid in front of me. He is smiling and I am happy once again. The mother is asking for a picture, but he says: “No!” He doesn’t know what the happiness is. He said no, and I am happy again.

Because I am just like him. I also don’t know it, but God believe me, I want to. We are the same, and in one crazy moment I wish I was the kid and the woman was my mother, and everything would be different. I would have said yes, I would have smiled, hugged her and just enjoyed it. But it`s not like that and the cat is laughing now.

The father is running away, and the kid is following him. But I am still waiting for you. Waiting for my promised happiness. Could you bring some with you? One cat, one dog, one garden, the smell of the old city, and your happiness.

Everything is falling apart. But I want it, I want that.

I should follow them, I should stay with them, I should glue myself to them, but I am just standing there. The mother is lingering, because that`s what they do. In that moment I understand that I am using them, I am just an imposter, and at the end I am deceiving myself. At that moment I recognize the real meaning of happiness, it`s not about running away, it`s about finding your home with a nice garden, a cat, a dog and your smell.

Sorry, do you know where I put my happiness? 

L. and K.