emc poetry

Running away until it feels like

home

A specialty of mine.

I look for happiness

in the eyes of others,

In the winds of new places.

I may always be running

on the hunt for something

really real.

I’ll know it when I feel it,

right?

That is when I’ll be free,

when it sounds like happiness

in the wind

and when it feels like happiness

in me.

-emc