''Let's find happiness together.''

Not only the one that's ephemeral and sheer fleeting, but that lasts, that's real, and doesn't hurt. Maybe it exists, maybe it is reachable and true.
When suddenly everything makes sense and at the same time you know it won't unless...
I still have so much left to learn. You need to teach me how to fight for this happiness without being under the forces of self-enhanced emotional inner torment. Will they always have to painfully switch turns, or you know the secret of how to stop the inevitable circle? Would you show me how to pause thinking, close my eyes and breathe, because I came to the moment when I broke my own rules, one by one. Let's leave it to the destiny, I looked into your eyes and heard you say. And I wanted to believe, I wanted to try, and feel. I do.

The room is silent, and I know it should not really be, the washing machine had to sing with me, but I could not bring myself to it. Laundry day has to wait. Encore.
This might be a good opening sentence if you pretend you have never read it and that I have never written it. Pretend, they say it's effortless. And all I can pretend is that pretending may some day come naturally to me too. Or is it called convincing, perhaps lying? It has no meaning and poses no importance. At the end everything is as it used to be and as you left it. Change is illusive. And so is everything.
Every day is a battle for a sun as Placebo were so kind to remind us, but they missed out to let us in to the secret how to lead it.