Often I laugh to myself,
Finding myself lost in my thoughts,
Thinking of what used to be.
My mind, replaying short-clips of memories over&over again.
Making me feel insanely happy.
To a point that I can't help but smile immensely.
Then reality starts to break in, knocking me off my high tower of Happiness.
Falling, a long way down back to my misery
Wishing for it all back someday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem