That plastered grin

That plastered grin

When do you declare Happiness?

When do you declare that smile plastered on your face to remain perfectly in that condition?

When do you seek the movements of that passing thought to give you the initiative to stretch the sides of your lips?

When do you seek the most magnificent moments that shall give you the ability to open that grin to show a smile?

When do you take life for granted?

Do you take it so easily, so that you can exchange it for every second of a blissful glee?

Is it like a mist that passes by in front of you, dying to get noticed before it fades?

You'd do everything to get it.

You'd do everything to maintain it.

You'd do everything to hold it in your hands.

You'd do everything to keep it away from ever getting out of your sight.

You'd keep it.

Own it.

No matter what.

It's a disguise for the abominable fear.

But it doesn't possess a heinous reason.

It's for forgetting the vile memories and recreating life with an amicable one.

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