Somewhere in between… Somewhere in between, in the garden sprouts and my lover embrace, the quiet peace of dawn highlighting the dew. How perfect, how beautiful, what kind of catharsis I can feel this way! But how tragic ironically I put myself on this kind of imagery. That was just some kind of a human imagination longing for some kind of catharsis, for being purified and for being happy. Just like I am somewhere in between. I'll not know where to find the happiness, the elusive thing I want to reach. Some say, the happiness is about material, wealth, a thing, visible. Some other describe the happiness is a divine being, absurd, relief. For me it can be all of them, a kind of self-fulfilled, a thing(s) to be achieved. Happiness, yet is [not] merely a concept. Not a word that is often used to describe the state of being right now. An old thoughtful wisdom made an analogy; the beginning of happiness was a large crystal ball, which the gods used to play with. One day, while the gods...