Idyllic Studies

happiness

  • Everything inside

    There’s a feeling inside That you can’t quite explainYou can’t quite confide For you cannot be sureIf this something insideIs something that’s goodOr even is youFor who’s to say what’s really true? But there’s a lightness insideAnd it comes from the placeIt comes from the rushOf running life’s raceWhen you fly past the treesAnd it’s…

  • That thing you see

    That thing you see,That thing’s not me.It’s what you thinkA me to be. That thing you see,That thing’s not me.It’s what you fearAnd what you grieve. That thing you see,It’s just not me.So will you stop?I don’t deceive. The real meJust can’t be seen.Only felt,Only believed. But climb this tree,Leave fear beneath.Come to the top,Feel…

  • And then there was you

    I once was alone,Atop the tallest tree.And then there was you,Sitting with me. Were you here all along,But I just couldn’t see?And did I find you,Or did you find me? Well what should we do?Who should we meet?In the world that’s belowOur dangling feet. Let’s climb to ground,Run around and seeWhere we can goAnd all…

  • The love of a child

    With arms outstretched, the small girl said,Look, look what I made for you!Here it is, take it.It’s beautiful, and I made it. You took it in your hands, cradling it softly,But it was alight, burning so brightly.It scorched your hands, seared your skin,Awakening a deep fear within. You tore it up, threw it on the…

  • In the land of the sick and the sad

    I’m in the land of the sick and the sad. Wounds fester and tears erupt.In a maelstrom of sorrow,happiness corrupts. I see the souls that live here.I see their sorrow and sadness and pain.I feel it all like blood coursing through my veins. I’m in the land of the sick and the sad.Send help—there’s happiness…

  • On work-life balance

    When I was in 3rd grade, I put together a presentation about some historical figure whose name, era, story, nor purpose I can remember now. No one asked me to do this. It wasn’t a school project or an assignment from a scrupulous tutor—I did it because I wanted to. I asked my mom to…

  • What I want to be when I grow up

    She’s a strange creature.She’s a strange and surprising creature. She’s a peculiar beast.She’s a peculiar and particular beast. She’s an odd curiosity.She’s an odd and audacious curiosity. These are all the things I want to beWhen I grow up to be me.

  • Music in my bones

    I started playing music in second grade. Enrollment for band and orchestra began in third, but, in my effort to defy every rule in sight, I petitioned to be allowed to start a year early. I wanted to play cello, my favorite stringed instrument, but was told my hands were too small and that I…

  • All the sweet people

    All the sweet people with their tales of troubleAll the sweet people with their sad songs of struggle All the sweet people with their laughs and smilesHappy despite the tolls of their trials All the sweet people that have gathered around meTelling sweet stories of the world that they see They walk around with an…

  • With no eyes but your own

    With no eyes but your own,What world do you see?Is it a world full of shacklesOr a world where you are free? Small anxieties and simple delights,Waves of elation and swells of fright.Tribulations and terrorsLest you make a grave error.Jubilance and joyTo protect you from the void. How about peace and gratitude and feeling elated?Can…