As I revel in my own misery,
I often wonder,
Where did the happiness go,
Was it real?
Or just a dream?
How can you tell,
When you live in a world fast asleep;
If my happiness was real,
Can it be found again?
But what if it was all a lie,
An illusion that I kept;
Where do I go,
Why don't I know,
I'm floating again,
And I don't know what to do...
-Romeo
sent to me on January 18, 2000
