Has anybody seen my happiness and joy?

I know that i had it in my pocket. there must be a hole. Perhaps the plot bunnies have been into my closet?
That's almost a poem, maybe we should get @SmilingLez or @SamanthaBehgs in here to help you finish it.

Hope you find it soon though.

Love challenges. If only dialogue would be this easy.

I kept it in my
pocket; felt the empty seam.
A sly hole, of course.
Plot bunnies munched through my coat,
nesting stories in the dark.
 
You’re a fighter and survivor, sirhugs. Doesn’t mean it’s easy or pleasant, but don’t forget to give yourself a pat on the back for all you’ve battled through.
 
Love challenges. If only dialogue would be this easy.

I kept it in my
pocket; felt the empty seam.
A sly hole, of course.
Plot bunnies munched through my coat,
nesting stories in the dark.
Joy and Happiness

I swear I had them once,
joy and happiness, small as marbles,
bright as the buttons on a child’s coat.
I kept them in my pocket,
safe from weather and worry.

There must be a hole.
Something quiet gave way,
and they slipped out between one sigh and the next.
Now I walk, hands in empty cloth,
feeling only the ghost of warmth they left behind.

Perhaps the plot bunnies took them,
those restless little dreamers,
dragging my joy into their paper burrows,
chewing at the edges of what I meant to keep.

I check my pockets again,
just in case they find their way home,
a laugh in the lining,
a smile caught on a thread.
 
contemplating removing all my Lit presence for the second time in the last few days.
Why?
Don't know.
It wouldn't help
Might even hurt
if more hurt is possible
but feel like I'm just spinning my wheels here
and the more my wheels spin, the more the depression becomes anxiety becomes depression
 
contemplating removing all my Lit presence for the second time in the last few days.
Why?
Don't know.
It wouldn't help
Might even hurt
if more hurt is possible
but feel like I'm just spinning my wheels here
and the more my wheels spin, the more the depression becomes anxiety becomes depression
I know that this is just a form of pseudo-suicide, so that I should not do it and take another step in that direction.
Lit is one of my few pleasures left in my pathetic life.
 
Park those thoughts, they
contemplating removing all my Lit presence for the second time in the last few days.
Why?
Don't know.
It wouldn't help
Might even hurt
if more hurt is possible
but feel like I'm just spinning my wheels here
and the more my wheels spin, the more the depression becomes anxiety becomes depression

Park those thoughts, they don't bring you anything. I’ve been where you are and sometimes I get there again.

Don't cut of what brings you Joy, just pause it if it gets too much.
 
I know that i had it in my pocket. there must be a hole. Perhaps the plot bunnies have been into my closet?
In the song by Ne-Yo, "Time of Our Lives", Pitbull weighs in with:

"Every day above ground is a great day. Remember that!"


So, just wake up, and have another great day!
 
Park those thoughts, they

Park those thoughts, they don't bring you anything. I’ve been where you are and sometimes I get there again.

Don't cut of what brings you Joy, just pause it if it gets too much.
there is no joy. perhaps the ploy bunnies ate it. Or what i thought was the sound of a pebble falling into the pit of despair was really my joy.
 
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