happy

Happiness is a gift. Something given , something taken. The feeling we receive from those who give us their time, their smile, their heart. How many times i have walked alone, along the shoreline pondering this life of solitude i chose for myself. Will i not receive that smile from a new friend again? Or share a joke that only two long time friends can share. Maybe it is time to go back and try again, maybe this time i wont say or do the wrong thing and have to run once more to my solitude. Though i know i will miss this place and wont be able to stay away for too long.