Spaces of happiness
Happy London
Going back
by Angela Baker
Going back,…Lost track,
of the intervening years,
(All 45 of them, to be precise!)
Going back,
…..to the source of me
……to the very` Sauce` of me.
(Loud and bristling with Spice!)
I AM, all 16years of me,
The land is calling me,
those pre-historic Rhododendrons
…..enthralling ME,
Ahh, those blushing pinks!
A densely stacked forest, piled high with zesty pines,
Open onto…. Clean……….Baise……….………Links!!
Going Back, to that time ,
to that place,
to those people, to that girl that I was…..
…………….How much of me, is still there?
Looking back to look forwards, to that girl that I was
……..WOMAN…that …I…will….BE.
Back to a time of` WILD` uncertainty…………. and fresh ericaceous soils.
Happy unknown
by Joao Godinho
Spaces of happiness go along very well with memories, which is good. They're like traumas in reverse, happiness that won't shy away from our daily lives.
One such place that always comes to my mind doesn't even exist in reality, though whenever I build my own reality there it is, always welcoming and enticing.
I call this space of happiness "the unknown", and the happiest memory I have from this place is that it will never go away and will never fail to amaze and wonder.